Ling Chuxia struggled fiercely within herself, eventually swallowing hard, restraining her fear, and stepped cautiously toward Shi Che.
She walked up to Shi Che. He paused slightly, lifted his eyelids, and looked at her.
Ling Chuxia clenched her hands tightly, with a thin layer of sweat forming in her palms. She didn’t dare to meet Shi Che’s eyes, only staring at his chin. Her voice was extremely low, weak as a mosquito’s, "I... I’ll do it."
Ling Chuxia slowly extended her hand toward Shi Che, helping him unbutton the buttons that hadn’t yet been undone. But she was deeply afraid. Though she tried to control it, her hands kept shaking, taking an unbearably long time to undo even one button.
Shi Che stared fixedly at Ling Chuxia, standing right in front of him, her head bowed so low he could only see the back of her head and the slender, white nape of her neck exposed.
Ling Chuxia had just showered, carrying the scent of it on her. As they stood close, the faint fragrance from her body drifted over, seeming as if it could bewilder one’s mind.
Shi Che’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze unconsciously lingering on that white nape, a hint of darkness surfacing in his eyes. Yet, he could also see Ling Chuxia’s body trembling, her hands shaking as she undid his buttons.
He could feel how reluctant she was to get close to him, how desperately she wanted to escape him. If she could, she would probably run faster than anyone else.
Shi Che’s inner turbulence roamed wildly within him again, and the scent from Ling Chuxia’s body stirred his agitation further.
He suddenly raised his hand, grabbing Ling Chuxia’s hand that was helping him with the buttons.
Ling Chuxia’s body shuddered violently, like a frightened bird. She raised her head instinctively, only to see Shi Che motionlessly staring at her, his deep, unfathomable black eyes resembling frost-covered onyx.
Ling Chuxia’s pupils constricted instantly, just like a terrified bird, reflexively retreating, wanting to distance herself from danger. Unconsciously, she stepped back.
However, this step completely shattered the last bit of Sh Che’s calm.
Her evasion felt like a knife, deeply stabbing into his heart, instantly making it a bloody mess. His muscles tensed, and he gripped Ling Chuxia’s hand forcefully, pulling her to him instantly. Then, he carried her toward the large bed, throwing her onto it heavily.
Having just showered, Ling Chuxia was dressed only in a thin, silk nightgown. Shi Che’s large hand tore it apart, turning it into shreds. His actions were without tenderness, only roughness and violence, as if to make Ling Chuxia aware of all the anger and repression within him through this manner.