Cheng Zhiwei's faint response was both sweet and torturous for Zhou Lin.
He had rushed here and couldn't stay for long, so he couldn't really do anything.
Moreover, he was well aware that half of her emotional response was due to the effects of the medicine.
So the harshest thing he ended up doing was punishing her with a kiss.
Finally, he held her tightly in his arms, trying to stabilize their breathing.
Cheng Zhiwei was so soft, her fingers clutching his clothes tightly.
The air was filled with a hot and ambiguous tension.
Cheng Zhiwei felt anxious and restless, her palms sweaty. Once she calmed down a bit, she asked in a soft voice, "Why did you come?"
Zhou Lin touched her hair, his voice tense in the darkness, "You and He Ye... do you think I could stay put?"
When he received those photos, jealousy nearly burned away all his rationale; not a second could he remain calm.
So he came, for he could only rest assured upon seeing her safe and sound.