She was painfully aware of just how much Shi Che did not want her child. If she took advantage of his drunken state to do such a thing, once he sobered up, he would surely be furious.
Their relationship had finally undergone a subtle change during this ti, no longer as cold as before. If she proceeded, the delicate change between her and Shi Che would vanish, plunging them once again into a cold war.
For so reason, she no longer wished to have such a strained relationship with Shi Che; she actually hoped that things between them could continue as they were.
Yet, if she let this opportunity pass, Shi Che might never touch her again. How would she get pregnant?
Ling Chuxia found herself caught in a dilemma, unable to decide whether to push through or not. As she grappled with her thoughts, her slender, fair fingers unconsciously tapped Shi Che’s bare chest—lightly, feather-light in touch, yet inadvertently stirring up tempestuous waves.
In truth, Shi Che seed drunk but was still sowhat lucid. His upbringing had acclimated him to restraint and remaining clear-headed at all tis, so even when drinking with a long-lost brother, it was impossible for him to let himself beco completely intoxicated.
However, with his stomach full of alcohol and his body already ablaze, Ling Chuxia’s absent-minded finger tapping did not cool his heat. Her cool touch on his fiery skin did quite the opposite, sparking his fervor into a boil.
Shi Che’s dark eyes squinted open, his gaze falling on Ling Chuxia, who sat beside him, dazed as if daydreaming. His gaze traveled upwards to her lovely face.
At that mont, her delicate brows were furrowed, her eyes glimring with concentration, her lips lightly pursed; her features almost scrunched together, as though she was caught up in so quandary.
He did not know what she was wrapped up in, only that she sat quietly beside him, the dim yellow light of the bedroom casting a serene and beautiful glow on her face.
In the drunken depths of the night, he was not alone; she was there by his side, taking care of him.
Suddenly, an inexplicable warmth surged in his chest, spreading slowly to his limbs and bones, gradually bewildering him.
He couldn’t help but raise his hand and seize Ling Chuxia’s hand resting on his chest.
Ling Chuxia, lost in thought, was startled when her hand was grasped, snapping back to reality and looking at Shi Che, her eyes widening, "Young Master, you... you’re awake?"
Shi Che was supposed to be passed out drunk; how had he suddenly woken up?
Locking eyes with Shi Che’s dark pupils, the intent in Ling Chuxia’s mind to take advantage of him vanished without a trace, and she even felt relieved that her hesitation prevented her from acting on it. Otherwise, her situation would have been dire.
Swallowing nervously, Ling Chuxia also harbored a genuine sense of regret—one opportunity had just slipped away right before her eyes.
She sighed inwardly but knew there would be no chance tonight, so she decided to tuck away her little sche and continue to help Shi Che change his clothes, undistracted.
However, when she tried to pull her hand away, Shi Che’s grasp suddenly tightened.
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