The locked room was overly quiet.
But even in such a quiet environment, Xie Shu couldn't hear Chuzheng's breathing.
He glanced over, and the woman was sitting in the corner, facing away from him, her appearance unclear.
Xie Shu hesitated before getting up and walking towards her.
As soon as he reached out, his hand was caught.
The woman's hand was fair and slender, with a burning warmth, and his own hand started to heat up in response.
She slowly turned her head, and upon seeing it was him, she let go, turned her face to the side again, and silently closed her eyes, "Don't disturb me."
"Your Highness really is carefree," Xie Shu couldn't help but prick her with a remark, "Aren't you afraid I will kill you?"
"What benefit would there be for you if I died?" Chuzheng's tone was light, unconcerned.
Xie Shu: "..." There truly wouldn't be any.
If she died, how would he get out?
It seemed Xie Shu's wrist still retained her temperature, too hot to the touch.