Xu Si was taken aback and instantly looked into those ashen eyes, only to notice they were filled with bloodshot streaks.
Deceive?
She lowered her eyes and said in a soft voice, "I thought you wouldn't admit it, Azhen. Why did you deceive me? You clearly dare to go out on your own, not afraid of fainting. What else have you deceived me about?"
The night and the passage of time were as silent as death.
A SCRAPE echoed as the sofa shifted on the carpet. In the blink of an eye, Pei Zhen buried his face in her hair. He seemed to cherish this position. Though his status was noble, powerful, and willful, he devoutly left his back exposed to Xu Si, who was in the dominant position, displaying his fragility, sensitivity, and profound vulnerability.
"A lot. Do you want to hear it?"
"..."
He said, a lot. That definitely meant it wasn't just a few things. The atmosphere felt strange.
