Shi Jingzhou kissed Qiao Zhiyi.
In this matter, the man was a natural.
"Relax," Shi Jingzhou's kiss fell on Qiao Zhiyi's ear, "otherwise it'll hurt."
Qiao Zhiyi kept her eyes tightly closed, her voice trembled, "Can we turn off the lights?"
Shi Jingzhou gazed at the face that was red from fear or tension, her whole body quivering.
He had really lost interest.
"Forget it," Shi Jingzhou completely gave up, "there will be other days."
He rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom.
Qiao Zhiyi heard the sound of water from the bathroom; she gasped for air and slowly opened her eyes.
Everything she saw was blurry, and the corners of her eyes were cold.
Wiping away with her hand, they were tears.
Listening to the water sounds in the bathroom, her tense nerves gradually relaxed.
She had thought he would definitely have her tonight, but in the end, he gave up.
It was an indescribable feeling.
He didn't seem that detestable after all.