Chapter 97 Are you tired, or you don't want to be with me? _1

With tired legs, Xia Yiwan climbed up to the second floor. After taking a shower and exiting the bathroom, she found Si Mo standing by the French windows, his back turned to her, the fiery speck of his cigarette flickering in his hand.

At the sound of her opening the door, Si Mo turned around, looking at her with his deep ink-black eyes which seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog.

Taken aback, Xia Yiwan took a moment before continuing to walk nonchalantly.

When she got to the edge of the bed, the man quickly strode towards her and pushed her down onto it.

The intense smell of tobacco reeked, causing Xia to wrinkle her nose.

How many cigarettes had he smoked?

Her unintended movement, perceived by Si Mo, looked like blatant disdain in his eyes.

Squinting his eyes, Si Mo emanated a chilling aura, causing a shiver down Xia Yiwan's spine.

The next second, Si Mo's hand began tugging on her nightdress.

She shrank back slightly, lowering her voice, "I'm, I'm a bit tired today."