177, Pure, proud, and aloof, with a heart as cold and emotionless

Shi Yuhuan seemed to be genuinely asleep, breathing evenly.

Suddenly, Song Qinghuan gathered more courage.

She nuzzled against him once, saw his lack of reaction, nuzzled against him again. In an instant, she thought this was fun and felt so happy, she lifted one leg and casually placed it on top of his leg.

Shi Yuhuan still didn't respond.

Then, she lifted a hand, gently placing it around his waist, then she laid her face against his chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat close to her ear.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve...

Hm, his heartbeat is strange. Why isn't it steady? Why does it sometimes skip beats? The beats were fast, or maybe she missed a beat.

Or perhaps she was the one who missed a beat...

Song Qinghuan continued to count Shi Yuhuan's heartbeat until she somehow fell asleep.

The only thing she remembered was how safe she felt in his arms, a feeling she hadn't had for a long time.