She wasn't a robot; her thoughts and actions couldn't be manipulated with the push of a button, without the ability to reel them in and out at will.
To want is to want, impossible not to. To be unable to endure is just that, mostly impossible to suppress.
Her cold hair drooped over her dry cheeks, her entire being a display of unmistakable fragility.
A searing gaze swept over her body, and Yao Qing was well aware of the kind of look it was.
Yao Qing closed her eyes, and her phone rang.
She answered the call with her eyes still closed, "Hello."
Gu Qing's voice immediately flowed into her ear, "Qingqing, I might come back late, there's been a traffic accident ahead on this road... I'm near a snack street, is there anything you'd like to eat? I can bring it back for you?"
Yao Qing's brows twitched, but she still declined.
She hung up the phone, propped her arm on the sofa to sit upright, and looked at the man in front of her.
