Shi Che was particularly restless today, tossing and turning over two or three tis before he finally stopped. By then, Ling Chuxia was too exhausted to even move a finger.
In the past, she would have risen imdiately to take dication, but now, she lay languidly in Shi Che’s arms, breathing softly with her eyes half-closed.
Shi Che held Ling Chuxia’s soft and delicate body, her warm breaths spreading over his chest as his large hand gently stroked her smooth back, desire still apparent in his dark eyes.
The bedroom was quiet, so quiet that only their breathing could be heard. Moonlight spilled through the window, casting a silvery glow and filling the air with a tranquil beauty.
Shi Che’s gaze lowered to Ling Chuxia’s face; her cheeks were still flushed with the afterglow, her eyes hazy, and her lips slightly parted. Her drowsy appearance was so captivating that he couldn’t resist bending down to kiss the sweetness of her lips.
His body moved instinctively, pressing his thin lips lightly to Ling Chuxia’s, but he stopped just as quickly, fearing he would lose control and want her again.
Shi Che quietly wrapped his arms around Ling Chuxia for a while until his breathing finally settled. He seed to rember sothing and, after a pause, he began to speak in a low, husky voice that carried a tempting quality in the silence of the room, "About Zheng Rourou..."
Although she never inquired about his affairs, perhaps out of indifference or lack of concern, he nonetheless wanted to tell her about his situation with Zheng Rourou. He didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings between them, not at all.
So even though she didn’t ask, he still wanted to speak.
Ling Chuxia nestled in Shi Che’s embrace, sleepiness surging over her. Her fatigue made her eyelids droop. Shi Che suddenly uttered a phrase, and she vaguely heard the na "Zheng Rourou." She wanted to muster the energy to listen to what Shi Che had to say but, no matter how hard she tried, drowsiness gradually overca her. She murmured confusedly, "What?"
Shi Che tightened his embrace, his chin gently rubbing against her forehead. His lips parted slightly as he narrowed his eyes, as if recalling sothing, before he continued, "My relationship with Zheng Rourou isn’t what people are saying. There’s nothing between us."
He had t Zheng Rourou at a dinner party. To be honest, with so many banquets and social engagents and won flocking to him, it was inevitable to play along sotis, but he had never really given any other woman a second glance.
His notice of Zheng Rourou was because, at the ti, he was suffering a headache and looked so grim that nobody dared approach him, except for Zheng Rourou. She bravely ca over and carefully began massaging his head.
During that mont, his headache was severe, and her gentle hands on his pressure points indeed helped alleviate much of his pain. More importantly, with his head leaned back on the sofa and his eyes half-closed, he saw Zheng Rourou frad by backlight, and in his daze, she seed to be Ling Chuxia.
Afterward, he took Zheng Rourou with him and fulfilled all her wishes, giving her whatever she desired. Each ti he saw her smile, he felt as if it were Chuxia who should be smiling like that, radiant as a blooming flower.
After Shi Che’s words lingered for a long while without a response from Ling Chuxia, his gaze flickered. He slowly lowered his head to find that, unbeknownst to him, Ling Chuxia had already fallen asleep. He was slightly taken aback, then his lips curved into a wry smile, whether out of helplessness or amusent.
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