Seeing the woman's face slowly turning blue, Song Tingfan's rationality suddenly returned a bit, and he immediately let go of his hands.
Lin Qiao coughed several times, then got out of bed and looked at him with a guarded expression; could he have discovered something?
Song Tingfan noticed her frightened expression and his face froze for a moment, "I... didn't mean to."
Who would believe he didn't mean it? Just now, he looked like he wanted to kill her.
Though Lin Qiao thought so, she said, "Tingfan, what's wrong with you? Why did you strangle my neck? Did you have a nightmare?"
"Mm."
Song Tingfan got out of bed, wanting to check her neck, but before he could get close, she took a step back, causing him to stop and clench his hanging fists.
He didn't want to kill her...
Not her.
After a while, he strode out of the room.
Lin Qiao softened completely, her legs visibly shaking; just now she truly and clearly felt the presence of a villain.
