Until Rong Qingqing walked out and closed the bathroom door, only then did Shen Jue's eyes slightly move, his gaze falling on his completely powerless legs beneath him.
He took off his pants, looking at the calves that were more slender than his thighs, Shen Jue slowly closed his eyes.
His eyelids, temporarily covering all the despair and hatred.
He dared not reveal even a bit of these emotions in front of Rong Qingqing.
Compared to being cared for so considerately by Rong Qingqing.
Shen Jue would rather take care of Rong Qingqing.
After a more than ten-hour flight, with Rong Qingqing's usual temperament, she should have been lazily rolling on the bed.
Instead of acting like a nanny, taking care of him and worrying about him.
Being with him, Rong Qingqing would be more tired than being with any other man.
This is the burden he imposes on her.
Shen Jue wonders if he should selfishly hold onto her, dragging her down.
Should he let her choose someone better?
