Baili Xia paused, staring in shock at Wu Ming pinned beneath her.
Had she… reverted to that version of herself again? Why was she so relaxed earlier, completely unaware?
She turned her face away, glancing at an unknown distant place, the panic in her eyes instantly hidden.
"Why won't you let go?" She looked down at Wu Ming, seemingly not intending to resist.
Wu Ming tightened his arms.
Why won't you let go?
He had no obligation to answer her.
In the hall of Youyang Pavilion in the Bei Family, he was on top of her, hands roaming over her.
The act was fake, but the feelings were real; at the time, he was impulsive enough to almost take her on the spot.
A night more than a week ago, she was drugged, and he finally pinned her down mercilessly.
The person belonged to him, but her heart was thousands of miles away.
In front of "Uncle," all she felt was fear, along with distance and indifference.
