Conversation
As he drew closer step by step, Tao Huairui no longer dared to look directly at him.
Her breathing began to quicken, her chest rising and falling violently.
She lowered her head, the complicated emotions in her eyes churning like surging tides.
There was an uncontrollable love, as though it would overflow from the depths of her eyes.
There was also deep helplessness and bitterness—the pain of being hated by him.
"Anxious to go home?" Shen Wuxiao asked blandly.
Upon hearing his voice, Tao Huairui's body stiffened slightly.
Her lips pressed together unconsciously, and her eyes instantly became somewhat flustered.
Her hand instinctively clutched the hem of her clothes, her knuckles faintly whitening from the force.
"N-No..."
Seeing this, Shen Wuxiao suddenly laughed. "Looks like the shadow This Young Master cast over you was no small one!"
"Let's talk inside. Ten minutes."
Shen Wuxiao walked in by himself.
Tao Huairui instinctively followed him.
Once inside, Shen Wuxiao headed for the room first.
Tao Huairui followed close behind.
Upon reaching the room, Shen Wuxiao sat down on the small sofa.
Tao Huairui remained standing.
"Sit. Don't be nervous. I'm not a tiger—I won't eat you!"
Shen Wuxiao gestured casually.
Only then did Tao Huairui slowly move over and sit beside Shen Wuxiao.
Although she had not seen him for a long time, sitting beside him and being able to smell his scent—
That alone made her feel content.
She did not know why she loved him so deeply, but she simply could not change it.
Shen Wuxiao did not stand on ceremony. He raised a hand and pinched her chin, turning her face toward him.
"Tsk, tsk. You've become much prettier, and more charming too. But your courage really has gotten smaller."
"I still haven't forgotten how you used to