This unease slowly arose from deep within her, gathering, fermenting, spreading, causing her body to tremble involuntarily.
Shi Che noticed her trembling and lowered his eyes, his dark gaze falling on her face. His voice was hoarse, with the laziness following lovemaking, "What's wrong?"
Ling Chuxia lifted her gaze. The light in the bedroom was dim, the weak glow casting on Shi Che's handsome face, as if enveloping him within, beautiful yet somewhat illusory.
Ling Chuxia's hand reached out unconsciously, her fingers touched Shi Che's face, feeling the warmth of his skin, and her heart relaxed a little.
Noticing something off in her expression, Shi Che held her hand, his voice becoming softer, "Chuxia, what's really wrong?"
Seeing the concern in Shi Che's eyes, Ling Chuxia slowly shook her head, "It's nothing..."
Shi Che furrowed his brows slightly, his dark eyes squinting, his gaze fixed on her face with an obvious disbelief.
