The topic was put to a stop again, and just as Ling Chuxia was about to speak, Shi Che chuckled softly, his dark eyes flickering with a glint, and his voice grew increasingly lazy, "If you can't sleep, we can do something else."
As Shi Che spoke, his hand already suggestively slipped beneath her clothes, covering her ample bosom.
Ling Chuxia was in no mood for this. Her eyes widened, and she bit her teeth lightly, yanking his hand away and giving him a push, "Shi Che, stop fooling around."
This time, Shi Che let her push him, reclining back on the bed, his arm resting under his head, the corners of his lips lifting gently.
In truth, ultimately, he had no need to hide from her, nor did he intend to make her so anxious; it was just that hearing her agree to divorce him again with his mother that day left a knot in his heart.
He had one hundred percent trust in Ling Chuxia, but she was unable to give him the same.
