Xiaoling's eyes widened in surprise as his arms wrapped perfectly around her. She could feel him digging her neck with his chin, seeking comfort. This wasn't the first time he had her in his embrace, but her body flushed as if it was a new experience.
"Um…" She hummed in confusion, "Weisheng?" She called him with a voice crack, immediately regretting her decision to speak.
She felt Weisheng chuckle inaudibly against her skin. Even if he wasn't making a sound, she could feel the vibrations in his throat, passing onto her skin. She closed her eyes tightly, clenching his clothes around the waist. Why was she so attentive to every single detail?
The warmth of his body almost made her sweat. His grip around her body tightened as he buried his face in her neck.
"You can forgive me, and for that I'm grateful," He murmured, "But don't forgive the one who killed you. Your kindness is a weapon people like him can use against you."
