It's just...
Was he being a bit too impulsive?
An Ran acts like this only after drinking.
But he wasn't drunk.
What intoxicated him was that fiery passion.
Richer than wine, it ignites the moment he touches her.
Chi Cheng's mind cooled down a bit. He propped himself up, clicked open a lighter, and lit a cigarette.
Is it progressing too quickly?
When Little White Rabbit sobers up, will she be frightened?
Will she... blame him?
But he knew very well.
If he could do it over, if given another chance.
He still wouldn't be able to control himself.
This Little White Rabbit, seemingly pure to the bone, but in his eyes, every move was tempting.
Can't control...
And doesn't want to control.
The cigarette glowed intermittently as Chi Cheng exhaled a smoke ring, then heard a soft voice, "Brother..."
Chi Cheng looked down at her, "Why are you awake?"
An Ran tugged at the blanket, looking up at him with her little face.
