The bedroom was enveloped in utter darkness, and even though Zhang Xiaorui had grown accustomed to it, she still couldn't make out Liu Sitong's expression, only discerning a vague outline. Therefore, she couldn't be sure whether Liu Sitong had woken up at all.
In the air of the bedroom lingered a tense and exciting atmosphere. Zhang Xiaorui breathed rapidly, her cold sweat streaming down, instantly soaking her delicate body. Even in the dog days of summer, she felt extremely cold.
The sound of her breathing, hurried and heavy, was extraordinarily distinct in the quiet room. Even Zhang Xiaorui herself could hear the "thump thump" of her own heartbeat.
