Ling Chuxia gradually drifted into sleep when Shi Che's internal struggle reached its breaking point. He clenched his hands forcefully and stared deeply at her back, swallowing hard, he decided not to suppress his own desires. Abruptly sitting up, he stretched out his long arm, directly draping it over Ling Chuxia's shoulder. Then, applying a gentle force, he turned her body around. However, just as he was about to press down, his body involuntarily halted.
Ling Chuxia did not know when she had fallen asleep. She was sleeping peacefully, with a serene expression on her face and a slight upturn at the corners of her lips, as if she was having a pleasant dream. Her face no longer bore the respectful, demeaning look she showed when facing him, nor the indifference she displayed no matter what he did.
