Chuxia Ling didn't dare to look at Shi Che at all, feeling as though her breath stopped in an instant. The temperature of Che's wrist was burning hot, while the palm of her hand was ice cold, creating a stark contrast.
Che was staring at her coldly the whole time, as if waiting for her to speak, to see what she was actually going to say.
Chuxia's heart was contracting rapidly, her lips trembled, but she just couldn't manage to speak. Che's brows slowly furrowed, a trace of impatience stained the depths of his eyes, and he slightly moved his wrist as if he wanted to free it from Chuxia's grasp. Chuxia panicked, forgetting even her fear, and blurted out recklessly, "I... I will take the pill!"
Perhaps because this sentence was so abrupt, Che didn't hear it clearly at first. He asked back, "What?" His voice was deep and slightly hoarse.
