On their way home, Cheng Su and Qi Taiguo both felt a bit uneasy, as that kiss seemed to have added an inexplicable flavor to the air between them.
While showering, Cheng Su suddenly thought of a question, Tonight, should she... with Qi Taiguo?
In these two months, from initial disgust to indifference, then to non-resistance, now, it must be liking, right?
Did she like him, enough to give herself to him?
She touched her lips and then pressed a hand against her chest, where her heart was pounding. Was it because of that kiss or something else?
The bits and pieces of the past two months replayed in her mind like a movie, the mutual dislike, the testing, the accommodating, the helping...
Their interactions didn't feel like those of a husband and wife, but more like friends.
Did she like him?
At the very least, she didn't dislike him.
Starting to feel uncertain, Cheng Su, while drying her hair, pondered whether she would divorce Qi Taiguo.
