Shi Che seemed as if he hadn't heard her at all, ignoring her completely, and Ling Chuxia had gotten used to his behavior. Biting her lip, she silently turned her head back and sat with her eyes on her nose, her nose on her mouth.
She had grown accustomed to silence in front of Shi Che; after all, whatever she said or did, a careless move could easily anger him. Gradually, she dared not speak or do anything random in front of him. In his presence, she was like a puppet.
But today, perhaps because the carriage was too small, too constricting, she kept feeling somewhat breathless. The silence inside was eerily quiet, so unnerving that it made one feel uneasy without realizing it.
Ling Chuxia felt her lips were a bit dry. Subconsciously, she licked her lips; her pink, delicate little tongue peeked out, lightly brushing over her red lips, then withdrew in a very charming motion.
