Qiao Zhiyi got into the car and immediately started to undress Shi Jingzhou.
Ah Gui, seeing this, quickly slipped away, taking care to lock the car windows as he left from a distance.
"What are you doing?" Shi Jingzhou leaned back lazily, letting her strip his clothes off, with an air of complete submission to her whims.
It was only when Qiao Zhiyi saw that the wounds on his body had scarred over that her tightly strung heart finally settled down.
She took a deep breath before staring at him with her lips pursed, her eyes brimming with tears and resentment.
Shi Jingzhou frowned and raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corner of her eye, "Why are you crying? I'm not dead."
"If you're not dead, then why didn't you let Ah Gui send me a message?" Qiao Zhiyi was full of anger, recalling how not long ago, she was chased away with a gun when she tried to find him; she even considered stabbing another hole in his body.
