Ling Chuxia's voice was very soft, and she spoke very slowly; however, when she uttered those words, Shi Che's whole body suddenly shuddered, and his dark pupils quickly turned towards Ling Chuxia.
The night was very dark, with only a sliver of light from the opposite villa spilling over, obliquely illuminating above Shi Che's head. His face was hidden in the darkness, and Ling Chuxia could not make out his expression, feeling only that his eyes were firmly fixed on her face, causing an involuntary stiffness down her spine.
Ling Chuxia did not dare to meet his eyes, her gaze hanging downwards, her hands becoming increasingly tight, her fingernails nearly piercing into the flesh—only this could force herself to speak again, "I... my meaning is, it's already so late... you must be tired too, if... if there's nothing else, then... then go home... rest."
