Ling Chuxia's peripheral vision was always on Shi Che, and when she saw his movement, her soul nearly flew out of her in fright, a chill running down her spine. She couldn't care less about anything else and immediately lay back down, rolled over, and ended up right back in Shi Che's embrace.
Shi Che fumbled for a while until he finally found the warm, soft body in his arms, which seemed to calm him. His arms suddenly wrapped around Ling Chuxia's slender waist again, pulling her into his embrace and even tightening his hold, with Chuxia's entire back almost firmly against Shi Che's chest.
Ling Chuxia couldn't help but silently curse her luck. She had just managed to get out of Shi Che's embrace, and before she even had a chance to sit up, she was back to square one.
