Qin Shu was stunned.
The man continued to walk.
Qin Shu held the man's hand tightly. Her heart was aching. "Don't sleep next door. Stay here, okay?"
The man lowered his eyes and glanced at the hand that was holding his wrist. The hand was warm. it was a warmth he was familiar with. "Do you know what I want to do now?"
"... Yu," Qin Shu called out softly.
"I'm afraid that I'll be jealous and won't be able to hold it in." The man's voice was low and hoarse as if he was suppressing his emotions. His chest heaved up and down violently as though there was a huge rock pressing down on it, making it difficult for him to breathe.
After he finished speaking, the man shook off her hand and walked out directly.
Qin Shu's heart throbbed painfully when the man shook off her hand. The more the man acted like this, the more she couldn't let him go.
