Qiao Xi felt like she was drifting with the waves, a lone flatboat adrift in the sea, or perhaps a battered little ship.
She gasped, "Of course, it's the wolf."
She chose the wolf.
The wolf has keen insight and ambition, ruthless and fearless, with far-sighted plans. The most important trait is loyalty to its partner.
Loyal, yet proud.
The man, now satisfied, began to tease her in new ways again.
It was Qiao Xi's first time seeing the ceiling of the study, the dim light swimming before her eyes. The chair was on wheels, her heart was racing, yet she enjoyed the thrill immensely.
Perhaps even the most bashful and steady people have an innate sense of adventure in their bones.
In the middle of the night.
The commotion in the study finally ended.
Wrapped in his white shirt, Qiao Xi leaned back in the chair, cheeks flushed, and said, "Mr. Huo, it broke..."
Their play had been too intense, and the little joy had torn.
She could feel it in her body.
"Sorry."
