The Man Who Can Help

Xixi was in a daze. Her eyes were lowered. She was fighting back the tears as her eyes turned red.

She shouldn't have let herself be carried away just like that. He seemed so experienced though? How many women have he been with then? 

She felt another pang of pain in her heart. It's not like she didn't enjoy the way he made her feel loved and treasured. She herself didn't know why she stopped him from going any further. 

Maybe because internally she was still conflicted about how to face him afterwards? But it would be even harder to interact with him now. How would she even have a proper convo with him?

  Her train of worrisome thoughts were interrupted as she was once again picked up in a princess carry. Dazed, she looked up as the view of the familiar chiselled jaw welcomed her. Noticing the indifferent cold expression on his exquisite face she raised her hands, lightly stroking his cheek.