Such news was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for the parents.
Madam Bai broke down in tears while the servants around her were at a loss for what to do.
Father Bai remained silent, standing by his wife’s side, able only to offer silent comfort.
At this mont, Uncle Liu slowly approached, holding Bai Yuejie’s cellphone with a grave expression, saying, "Mr., Madam, the last call the young miss made lasted five minutes. It was with Mr. Shi."
Mr. Bai’s face had turned ashen. He turned and took the cellphone from Uncle Liu’s hand. Sure enough, it was Shi Lingyan’s number.
Five minutes—an ample ti where anything could have been said.
Mr. Bai also knew of his daughter’s infatuation with Shi Lingyan. Considering her recent attentiveness to Shi Lingyan and her actions of rushing to the Shi Family whenever she had free ti, Mr. Bai speculated that she might have said sothing she shouldn’t have, receiving not only an unwanted response but also hearing so unbearable words.
Otherwise, given Bai Yuejie’s temperant, she would have prepared herself for rejection and would not have ended up in her current state.
With a stern face, Mr. Bai made a call to Shi Lingyan.
The call connected quickly but went unanswered.
This repeated three or four tis, and finally, Mr. Bai sent a ssage: I don’t care where you are, you better co to First Hospital right now and apologize to my daughter, or if anything happens to her, you’ll be the murderer!
The ssage was sent successfully.
But still, like a stone sinking into the sea, there was no response.
What they hadn’t realized was that the cellphone, which had been casually tossed on the bed by Shi Lingyan, had, during the vigorous activities of the bed’s occupants, ended up underneath the bed.
The cellphone was on silent, and there wasn’t even a vibration. The young couple on the bed continued to embrace, sleeping very sweetly.
They slept straight through to late noon.
Shi Lingyan was the first to wake up, and as he got up, he also roused Shi i.
Shi i’s body ached terribly. The movent made her wince and moan in pain, "It hurts..."
Her voice was low, resembling a pitiful little kitten begging for a caress.
The curtains weren’t drawn, allowing the light to filter through the hazy, diaphanous sheers, clearly revealing the marks that belonged to him on her body.
Shi Lingyan felt imnsely satisfied. He raised his hand in front of her, his voice low and doting, "Where does it hurt?"
"Everywhere hurts," Shi i, extrely sleepy and hardly able to open her eyes, whimpered, turned over, and curled into his embrace, grabbing his hand and placing it on her waist, "Rub it."
Shi Lingyan’s hands were large, enough to grasp her waist. As he touched her, he easily enveloped her side waist. With a slight exertion, Shi i arched her back comfortably, gently humming, "Harder."
Shi Lingyan applied more pressure, "How about now?"
"Mmm..." Shi i responded vaguely, feeling his palm move from her waist to her buttocks and legs, the comfort making her unable to resist falling asleep again.
Shi i’s long, black hair spread out on the pillow, draping over her snowy, delicate skin, stunningly beautiful.
Watching her sleep, Shi Lingyan couldn’t help but lean down to kiss her, then drew her into his embrace.
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