Ye Huan found it strange that Jiang Shishuang, a woman who feared neither pain nor itching and was somewhat a man-hater, was so afraid of thunder?
What a strange thing!
He gently patted Jiang Shishuang's back to comfort her and then walked towards the open floor-to-ceiling window of the suite, intending to close it.
But before he took a few steps, Jiang Shishuang tightly hugged him, making it impossible for him to move.
"Don't... don't go!"
"Calm down, I'm just going to close the window, not leaving." Ye Huan gently patted Jiang Shishuang's back again.
Jiang Shishuang ignored him and held him even tighter.
Outside the window, the thunder roared, and the rain poured down heavily.
Lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled as if it were the end of the world.
The panic on Jiang Shishuang's pretty face grew more intense.
