Their hearts were both racing, almost losing rhythm, only neither of them could hear it.
Sheng Yi clenched her hands so tight her nails were almost digging into her palms. It hurt, but this could keep her rational, right?
But right now she was trapped, torn between the shackles of morality and her own selfish desire. Dao An was someone else's boyfriend; she couldn't ask him to stay. Yet if she did keep him here, maybe he would become hers. Even if he didn't want to stay, she could move out from Gu Yuan's place—at least he would stay to look after her for Yuanyuan's sake, right?
But if she did that, the moral line's shackles would strangle her neck tight.
The more tangled she felt, the more irritable she became. The tip of her nose burned; she was about to be driven to tears by her own anxiety.
"Could you maybe…" She could hardly get the words out.
The man's voice was gentle. "What is it?"
