Her wrist was suddenly grasped.
The man's hand had thin calluses, and the way he rubbed her wrist sent tingling sensations throughout her.
She looked back at him, her eyes misty with confusion, "What's wrong?"
Seeing her like this, Tang Si's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he lowered his gaze, "Nothing."
His hoarse voice followed, "Go wash up."
Song Yi felt a little lost, not understanding the reason behind Tang Si's actions.
She hesitated for a moment.
Then entered the bathroom.
Tang Si watched Song Yi's petite figure, and his eyes darkened again.
He rubbed the spot that had just been hit with his thumb, a raw pain lingering.
She seemed to harbor many secrets, was it that she was unwilling to share with him, or did she herself not know?
Why did she come to such a dangerous place and not tell him?
Was he not worthy of being told?
