Ling Chuxia struggled fiercely within herself, eventually swallowing hard, restraining her fear, and stepped cautiously toward Shi Che.
She walked up to Shi Che. He paused slightly, lifted his eyelids, and looked at her.
Ling Chuxia clenched her hands tightly, with a thin layer of sweat forming in her palms. She didn't dare to meet Shi Che's eyes, only staring at his chin. Her voice was extremely low, weak as a mosquito's, "I... I'll do it."
Ling Chuxia slowly extended her hand toward Shi Che, helping him unbutton the buttons that hadn't yet been undone. But she was deeply afraid. Though she tried to control it, her hands kept shaking, taking an unbearably long time to undo even one button.
Shi Che stared fixedly at Ling Chuxia, standing right in front of him, her head bowed so low he could only see the back of her head and the slender, white nape of her neck exposed.
