Chuxia seemed as though she had kissed him, and he rolled over, pressing Chuxia beneath him, kissing her back, but then… he lost consciousness entirely.
He slowly sat up, observed his own body—his shoes and socks were removed, his clothes undone, and not a trace of sweat on his forehead; he was clearly well cared for.
Didn't Chuxia absolutely despise his touch? Why, after what he had done to her had she not left, but instead stayed and taken care of him?
Shi Che lifted the blanket, cheeks touching the floor in silence, and walked towards the sofa. He stood before it, his gaze lowered, steadily resting on Chuxia's face. She was sleeping peacefully, perhaps having a pleasant dream, as the corners of her lips slightly curled upward. Looking at her, he couldn't help but curl his lips too.
He slowly crouched down, hand raised, fingertips delicately touching Chuxia's face, as if he were handling a fragile doll, not daring to apply any pressure.
