Qiao Zhiyi had completely woken up, except for a slight discomfort in her head.
She still couldn't accept that she was naked in front of him; she didn't dare to imagine what else might have happened while she was asleep.
Had he been watching her the whole time?
The more she thought about it, the angrier and more embarrassed she felt, wishing she could disappear on the spot.
If she couldn't disappear, it would be fine if he did.
Shi Jingzhou sat across from her, legs crossed, with no intention of looking away.
Qiao Zhiyi kept clutching the quilt in front of her, hiding in his bed with not a stitch on— it felt incredibly strange and awkward.
This was where he slept.
Previously, when Qiao Zhiyun was there, she was forced to share a room with him, but they were clothed and slept apart.
Now, this intimate experience, as if she had done something shameful, made her face flush and her whole body uncomfortable.
"Leave," Qiao Zhiyi no longer wanted to stay here.
"Why should I?"