Shi Che's dark eyes glowed slightly; she stared at him blankly, with long eyelashes dotted with droplets, gently trembling, pitifully.
Shi Che's thin lips kissed hers again, his voice soft as water, "So, Chuxia, don't be afraid. Don't think about anything else; just think about me, okay?"
His kiss was gentle, like touching something fragile, kissing bit by bit, leaving his new mark on her.
Ling Chuxia's eyes gradually became hazy and bewildered, her whole mind could only follow Shi Che, feeling his gentleness and affection, the nightmare of last night really seemed as just a nightmare, now that she's awakened from the dream, she's returned to reality, and the reality is still so happy, so warm.
Ling Chuxia's hands involuntarily embraced Shi Che, her palms touched his burning skin, her whole body was enveloped in his familiar and safe scent, his voice whispered in her ear, as if cleansing, removing all the unpleasantness from her mind, leaving only Shi Che in her eyes and heart.
