With a cold lowering of his brows, he could easily guess who it was.
Especially since Gu Zixuan didn't like wearing perfume. Even if she did, it would be very light and never as sweetly overwhelming as tonight, with an indescribable scent mingling within.
And in his bed, no second woman had ever slept.
He pushed her arm away, and in the cold night, he coldly uttered a few words, "Go back to sleep, I don't need it."
The simple eight words made Qi Shuya's body stiffen behind him.
Stopping for a moment, she unwillingly tightened her embrace, saying, "But we are engaged, Cheng Jin. In less than three months, we can marry, and tonight's rain is too heavy. I'm scared..."
The soft voice, carrying a helpless tenderness, would soften any man's heart.
However, this only changed the coldness in Feng Chengjin's eyes from one kind to another.
Turning his body around, he looked at Qi Shuya in the night.
There wasn't a hint of compromise as he asked, "Afraid?"
