Gu Beicheng didn't intend for things to turn out this way. He himself hadn't expected that the moment he touched her, his body would react.
This feeling of complete loss of control wasn't what he wanted.
With a slight furrow of his thick eyebrows, he let out a muffled sound before releasing her.
Once free, Xia Yinian quickly climbed onto the bed, instinctively distancing herself from the man behind her.
Her nose felt sore, but at least she didn't cry. After all, this was just how her uncle was; she had known it for a long time.
Not feeling him coming closer from behind, she pressed hard against her skirt until her body hit the edge of the bed, then she turned around to look back.
The man was once again standing by the window, his back cold and resolute, as if the previous incident had never happened.
But the remaining chill constantly reminded her that this wasn't an illusion.
