Suddenly, Qianning pushed away Beigong Cang, who was holding her, and her beautiful but unfocused eyes glared at him. She only watched him, not knowing what to say. Her body seemed to anticipate his kiss, yet in her heart, he remained a stranger she had only known for a few days. How could she let him kiss her just like that?
Beigong Cang's fingers gently traced Qianning's lovely face as he softly said, "I'm sorry, I won't do this again."
"I'll go upstairs first." Qianning got up and fumbled her way towards the staircase. That was all she could do now.
Night came, thunder roaring. After this rain, it would be winter. "A single autumn rain brings the cold," they say; it seems the weather would get colder.
A flash of lightning illuminated the window. Sleeping in Lele's room, Beigong Cang was startled awake by the thunder. He hurriedly got out of bed and walked toward the next room.