Ling Chuxia had not expected Shi Che to suddenly grab her hand. Her breath hitched violently, her eyes widened slightly, and reflexively, she wanted to pull her hand back.
However, her hand twitched but did not pull away; instead, it lay quietly, letting Shi Che hold it.
She couldn't tell whether she didn't dare to pull away or didn't want to. All she knew was that the moment Shi Che took her hand, her heartbeat accelerated slowly, her cheeks began to feel warm, and her breathing became ragged. Her eyes were wide open, and she was trying hard to suppress these strange feelings, but Shi Che suddenly turned his head, his dark eyes looking at her, and Ling Chuxia's body tensed involuntarily.
Shi Che's gaze lightly rested on her side profile. Her complexion was still somewhat pale, her lips colorless, and the dim yellow light in the bedroom made her complexion appear even worse.
