Wen Zhi had stayed in Licheng for two nights, sharing a home with Shang Hexing, but she hadn't felt unrestrained enough to share a bed with him.
The closeness they once shared always seemed like a thing of the past to her.
Despite now being very familiar with Shang Hexing, even reliant on him, she simply couldn't bring herself to be as intimately close as before, to the point of sharing a bed with him.
Therefore, the room they were staying in deliberately had two beds.
It was only 8:30 in the evening, a fair time before dark. Wen Zhi had spent enough time outside during the day and really didn't want to go out again at that hour. Shang Hexing said, "Then let's not go out. Let's just sit quietly for a while, and I'll keep you company with a chat."
Wen Zhi thought he was just saying it casually.
But he was serious—he really did sit with her in the house for a long time and talked for a long time.
However, none of the topics were serious.
