Zhiyi's face was flushed red as she curled up under the blanket, with her eyes wide open.
Yan Jingting's previous actions were far from gentle; the force and heat were so conspicuous that Zhiyi found it hard to ignore.
Zhiyi's mind was in disarray, until she felt the ring on her ring finger, which jostled her back to reality, calming her down.
She pursed her lips and snapped back to alertness.
Behind her lay an abyss without a bottom, watching her like a tiger eyeing its prey, ready to engulf her should she take a single step backward.
Under such circumstances, how could she afford to consider love and affection?
Touching the ring, Zhiyi felt her unsteady heart gradually settle, and she closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.
...
After losing so much face in front of Zhiyi, Chu Hui was very angry and placed the bank card in front of Mother Chu as soon as she got home.
"Mom, why is there so little money in this card? I hardly bought anything, and it's already gone."