195 Guilt

"Do you promise?"

Shi Qianxi didn't immediately let go.

"I promise."

Jiang Chen's voice was low.

If his guess was correct, then running away now wouldn't solve any problems at all.

You can run from the monk, but not from the temple.

If the other party found him at school, it would only become more troublesome.

Those who suffer from Stockholm Syndrome develop a pathological attachment to their aggressor and are not likely to let things rest easily.

Having secured his promise, Shi Qianxi finally slowly released her grip, then tried to pull him to sit down.

"I can walk by myself."

Jiang Chen, feeling like he had already been too apologetic to that Mr. Sun tonight, tried not to have any physical contact and walked back to the sofa on his own.

"Would you like some water?"

Shi Qianxi truly seemed like a changed person, or more accurately, as if someone had possessed her, eagerly brought back a bottle of Evian mineral water as if she was attending to an honored guest.