Ling Chuxia's hand, as if beyond her control, reached out, but halfway through, her hand abruptly paused, and she suddenly came to her senses.
Shi Che was still nearby. It was not the right moment to take it; she absolutely couldn't allow Shi Che to sense anything inappropriate. This time, she wouldn't permit herself to fail again.
Ling Chuxia slowly retracted her hand, little by little, and then clenched it tightly.
Shi Che reached out to the bedside table, pulled out a few wet tissues, and quickly cleaned them both up before lying down, pulling Ling Chuxia into his embrace, turning off the light, and then closing his eyes while holding her.
The bedroom gradually quieted down, and Ling Chuxia curled up in Shi Che's arms, being possibly burdened with secrets, she couldn't help but breathe cautiously.
