Qin Shuang's fingers jolted as if electrified, trembling violently.
A blush of embarrassment burned her face as she angrily threw off He Zhiyao's hand, frantically struggling out of his embrace, stumbling over his legs, and dashing towards the bedroom.
Then with a "bang", she closed the door and locked it.
He Zhiyao looked towards the direction of the door and scoffed.
His fingers picked up the documents that were set aside and flipped through them, his lips curving involuntarily into a smile.
After reading a couple of lines from the document, he picked up his phone and began texting Xu Ji.
He Zhiyao: "I think you're right, I still need to keep her close to me."
He Zhiyao: "It's safer this way."
He Zhiyao: "She seems more alive when she's by my side."
Xu Ji: "..."
He Zhiyao: "Don't be too envious, we'll head to the old mansion in a bit, I'll buy you a drink tonight."
Xu Ji: "..."
He Zhiyao exited WeChat, feeling satisfied.