"*cough*…" Bo Fengheng suddenly choked on a puff of smoke and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, "I thought you had a high tolerance."
"Indeed, not as high as yours," Si Chen hummed dully, somewhat mocking—uncertain whether he was laughing at him or at himself.
He had proclaimed, not long ago, that he would absolutely never toy with a virtuous woman.
And now? What now?
He had slept with her, yet he didn't want to take responsibility.
Reluctant, wasn't he!
Chi Ying woke up in the middle of the night.
Upon opening her eyes, she saw a dark figure sitting beside her, not sleeping, his narrow phoenix eyes emitting a faint dark glow, somewhat scattered—not knowing what he was thinking.
"You're awake?" Si Chen heard the noise and looked over, his tone somewhat surprised.
Chi Ying gave him a bewildered look, then closed her eyes.
And didn't open them for a long time.
But Si Chen knew she was awake, and stood up, "I'll go call the doctor over.
