Bad People Doing Bad Things
Catherine was not the slightest bit flustered.
Being flustered was useless. It would only make her look as though he had frightened her.
When soldiers came, generals blocked them; when water came, earth covered it. Who would be the deer and who the hunter was still unknown.
So for now, she would rest properly and wait.
"Young Master Shen, you were dragged into this and locked up here because of me. Are you angry in your heart?" Catherine asked again.
Shen Wuxiao set down his glass of water and shook his head with a smile. "What is there to be angry about?"
"Besides, being here with you makes me very happy."
Those words were practically a straightforward confession.
Catherine's heart trembled for no reason.
But she did not say much.
She merely sat back down on the bed.
Before long, dinner arrived.
This time, it was more like home cooking.
There were even braised prawns.
The two still drank, ate, and chatted.
As though they had both become accustomed to it.
As they ate, drank, and talked,
it became time to sleep again.
This time, neither of them said much. They had already developed a tacit understanding.
Catherine lay on the bed and pulled the quilt over herself.
But she did not wrap the entire quilt around herself. She covered one side and left a corner open on the other.
That way, Shen Wuxiao could get beneath the covers.
Shen Wuxiao was also not one to stand on ceremony, and he slipped beneath the quilt with her.
They were truly sharing a bed and pillow now.
She had thought she would not be nervous, since she was already used to it.
Yet Catherine suddenly became tense.
It was as though she had abruptly realized just