Breaking the Precepts

Wen Zhi wanted to pretend to have amnesia.

To act as if nothing had happened today.

But how could Shang Hexing not see through such a petty trick? He sat down at the edge of the bed, and Wen Zhi felt the bed dip, her spine instantly stiffened, and she dared not move an inch.

"Wen Zhi, get up and let's talk."

Wen Zhi felt a searing gaze on the back of her neck.

She held her breath, the vast bedroom so quiet you could hear a pin drop, the slight rustle of clothing magnified, as if it were approaching her...

Wen Zhi suddenly turned over and sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest, a look of panic and defense on her face.

In fact, Shang Hexing had not approached; it was just that Wen Zhi's nerves were too tense, mistaking that faint sound for the sound of him coming closer.

At that moment, the panic on her face was fully visible to Shang Hexing. He pretended to think she was still out of sorts and asked her, "Do you remember what happened in the car?"