Chu Ge is yawning? Smiling at me?
Chu Shiyao blinked absentmindedly, her delicate doll-like face showing complete desolation once more. She turned her head back and stared at the cold ceiling, sighing powerlessly.
There's definitely something wrong with my ears and eyes, yes, there must be something wrong.
Chu Ge has been unconscious for so long, why would he wake up now, not sooner or later, but at this very moment?
Okay, even if by some fluke he really did wake up now, how could he have the mood to give me such a carefree smile?
As Chu Shiyao was pondering this, Chu Ge's fingers were merging at the smallest distance, as if they had become two drills. Then, with an incredibly odd motion and a calm pull back, he freed himself from the specially designed handcuffs, as if those weren't real hands with bones and flesh, but pieces of compressible and deformable sponge.
