A bout of ****.
Calm returned.
Shen Wuxiao had broken his word too.
He had originally intended to leave, but before he knew it, three hours had passed.
It was already dawn.
So he simply stayed.
But Liu Ruyan still did not know.
At that moment, she nestled in the crook of Shen Wuxiao's arm, her voice soft and carrying the lingering passion from afterward. "Are you going to leave after bathing?"
"Shut up. Sleep!" Shen Wuxiao said blandly with his eyes closed.
Liu Ruyan froze slightly, but quickly understood.
Joy rose in her heart, along with a touch of nervousness.
Yet she gladly accepted it.
"Can you hold me?"
Those damned thoughts in her heart once again took over her instincts.
Liu Ruyan asked without thinking.
But Shen Wuxiao did not move. He merely lay flat, as though he had fallen asleep.
At that moment, Liu Ruyan felt an inexplicable ache.
Bitterness surged in her heart. A strange, aching tenderness spread from her chest through all four limbs.
Her limbs felt numb, leaving her weak.
Knowing it could not be done, yet doing it anyway—she had been madly testing her own limits all along.
She clearly knew it was wrong, yet she could not stop herself.
She had even begun to crave Shen Wuxiao's affection.
Unfortunately, heaven did not grant people's wishes. Shen Wuxiao simply would not care about her feelings.
The more he acted this way, the more desperately Liu Ruyan wanted to draw close to him.
A sickness like Stockholm Syndrome could indeed be summed up as asking for humiliation.
The night gradually deepened, but Liu Ruyan could not fall asleep.
Only when a pair of arms pulled her into an embrace did Liu Ruyan seem to finally relax completely.
She did not know whether Shen Wuxiao