Living Corpse, Intimacy

When Chi Shuyan left quietly earlier, she thought that the man had long fallen asleep. Who would have thought that the man wasn't asleep yet? He even knew that she had gone out.

Chi Shuyan didn't know why she subconsciously felt guilty at troubling that man again, especially when she heard the anxiety in his voice just now. She really felt a little guilty.

Chi Shuyan returned to the apartment as soon as possible. When she got back, the lights in the living room were indeed on.

She took off her shoes and went in, only to see the man sitting on the sofa in the living room, neatly dressed and expressionless. Seeing her enter, he didn't say a word. His thin lips were pursed tightly and his face was serious.

Chi Shuyan almost felt like she had gone back in time to when she had been scolded by the class teacher over her mock exam.