Seeing his troubled expression, Ling Chuxia's heart suddenly tightened, and she stammered out an explanation, "I, I just, brewed some tea for you, so..."
As Ling Chuxia spoke, she lifted the tray she was holding, yet her nervousness was evident, her fingers trembling slightly, causing the tea on the tray to sway gently.
Shi Che's dark eyes glanced carelessly at the tea, but his attention was not there. He was more concerned about whether Ling Chuxia had heard his earlier words, but now, asking about it was something he found himself unable to voice. His hand clenched the box unconsciously.
Shi Che didn't speak, his dark gaze intensively focused on her. Ling Chuxia, feeling somewhat afraid, lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Shi Che's expression. In an instant, the entire bedroom quieted down, the atmosphere tinged with a hint of awkwardness and strangeness.
