It was afternoon, the sunlight was bright, but in this hotel room, the curtains were tightly closed, allowing not a single ray of light to seep in.
Drenched in sweat, Cen Zhi had not put on clothes, merely draping a bathrobe over himself as he sat on the bed's edge, silently smoking. Liu Xiaoqiao watched him from behind for a while, then crawled over from the head of the bed, wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed him, and said, "Are you still... troubled by what happened with Xiaoye and Xu Xunsheng?"
Without uttering a word, Cen Zhi did not wish to admit his troubles, nor the fact that he'd lost face to his younger brother, in front of a woman—even though others might not have noticed anything.