Si Qingxiao remained silent, her forehead resting against his chest, breathing lightly, taking small breaths to adjust.
Their breathing, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, seemed to scorch the skin on his chest.
How could he not be nervous too, feeling restless and uncomfortable all over?
"Let's go back to the room and rest," Jiang Chengsi kissed the top of her head.
...
Jiang Chengsi always considered himself a very self-centered person, doing things his own way. Whatever he wanted, he would find a thousand ways to get it.
It was just hearing her call him Fourth Brother nervously.
Enduring her chattering teeth, her words muddled, yet so sticky it made his bones feel weak.
Whatever she said at this moment, he would probably agree.
But Si Qingxiao was muddled in the head. When he mentioned going back to rest, she relaxed a bit, and the tension she had felt eased slightly.
