Qin Shuang's mind was numb for a quite a while.
Not until his familiar scent touched the tip of her teeth, bit by bit stealing her breath away, did she come to her senses like waking up from a dream, hastily pushing him away and scrambling off his body.
Then she quickly retreated several steps back to the sofa, her embarrassed face dripping blood.
She wanted He Zhiyao to stay at home only to provoke He Linze, to deal with someone like He Linze, especially since he was still in prison, she had no way to strike; yet, she couldn't do nothing.
So, she came up with this idea, wanting to see if her plan could work.
Of course, she also hoped that He Zhiyao could slowly emerge from the childhood shadows He Linze had cast over him.
But this didn't mean she really wanted something to happen with He Zhiyao!