He Xizhou's eyes were a shade deeper.
"Do you know what you're saying?"
He knew that after that night, even if everything seemed calm on the surface, they could never go back to how it was before.
"I know."
"Do you know your identity?"
"I know."
She knew everything.
She clearly saw He Xizhou's heart soften. Shen Wanxing was truly afraid, and it was after that fear she came up with such a method. Did he like women who depended on him, women who were weak and obedient? Then, because of a heroic rescue, she liked him.
This logic had no flaws.
"What does that matter!"
She was wilful, with a lonely courage.
She met He Xizhou's gaze and pressed her red lips to the tip of his nose, then kissed the man's eyes.
He Xizhou's hand was braced on the bed, the veins on his hand standing out.
He turned the tables and captured the woman's lips, his thin lips moving downward.
That strap could be torn off with just a casual pull.
...
Knock knock.
