Qiao Zhiyi opened her eyes, and the sky outside had already turned dark.
The hand on her abdomen was still there, and the warmth was still radiating from the chest behind her.
She couldn't believe she had slept so soundly in his arms.
The most terrifying part was that she allowed his hand inside her clothes.
Such a gesture, like that of a loving couple.
They, a man without affection, a woman without intent, had nevertheless come to such a touch.
"Awake?" Shi Jingzhou asked.
Qiao Zhiyi quickly sat up, far away from him, and for the first time he did not stop her.
Shi Jingzhou leaned against the headboard, shaking his hand, his gaze utterly devoid of tenderness, watching her with a chilling, venomous stare.
Logically, Qiao Zhiyi should thank him.
However, this man simply didn't accept verbal thanks; if she said it, she would be digging her own grave.
The two stared at each other, until Shi Jingzhou reached out his hand.
Qiao Zhiyi was puzzled, not understanding why.
