Pei Zhen's voice was a bit hoarse.
His silver-white hair was slightly damp. The velvet bathrobe enveloped Xu Si's body. One of his slender hands rested on her slender waist, the other cupped her head. He embraced her in a way that was intimate and provided a sense of security, yet without any hint of superiority; on the contrary, he humbly rested his chin on her shoulder. He depended on her, yet he provided her with absolute safety.
Red gashes from stepping on the broken telephone handset marked Xu Si's bare toes. An unsettling chill that wouldn't fade lingered in the depths of her eyes. Her voice was falsely gentle as she said, "Sorry, I found a room to make a call and ended up falling asleep. Did you wait for me long?"
Night had fallen. The Xu Mansion was dark; no servants had lit the lamps.
Their proximity was too intimate.
