Her earlier silent yet thunderous psychological plea seemed to have been heard by Zhou Wang.
Occasionally glancing down, she met Zhou Wang's sacred and burning gaze.
Qi Jiayi's heart trembled, and she ultimately couldn't say any "blaming" words. Just as Zhou Wang had initially requested of her, she slowly closed her eyes.
...
Tick tock! Tick tock!
The old-fashioned clock on the bedroom wall emitted a rhythmic and slight sound in the midst of silence, yet Qi Jiayi, lying in Zhou Wang's embrace, couldn't hear anything.
Oh, it's not that she couldn't hear; it's just that more intensely, the chaotic heartbeat, indistinguishable whether it was hers or Zhou Wang's, was near at hand.
By this time, it was already deep in the night, nearly an hour later.
Qi Jiayi's mind was still in a daze.
