Hearing his voice, Hexin immediately straightened up. "Yes?"
"Aren't you having breakfast?" asked Long Yin.
"No thanks, I don't really feel like eating," Hexin quickly replied. Seeing him was the last thing she wanted now—it would send her imagination running wild.
All was silent outside the doors.
Thinking he was gone, she sighed in relief and flopped down on her bed in distress.
What were they to each other?
They had yet to confirm their relationship, but they had done a lot of intimate things that were exclusive to lovers and had even slept in the same bed.
Could she still go back pretending nothing had happened, forget about him, and find another husband?
She raised her hand and stroked the red marks that had yet to fade from her neck.
She was extremely perturbed.
"What're you thinking about?"
Just then, a familiar male voice came from behind her.
For a while, Hexin was too stunned to react.
