Lu Xize was genuinely stunned. By the time he came to his senses, Chu Yao had already pinned him against the wall.
He was still holding the clothes and breakfast he had just gone out to buy for Chu Yao. The young woman before him was in disarray. Her white bathrobe hung half-open, and a single glance revealed a wide expanse of her snow-white skin, and even a hint of pink.
Lu Xize's Adam's apple bobbed. He was just about to speak.
But Chu Yao suddenly pressed her head against his chest and burst out crying.
When she first realized what had happened, she had shed silent, soundless tears.
Her heart had turned completely cold then, and the tears had been a reflex.
But now, her loud crying was a release—a release of lingering fear.
'Before, she had wanted to find that man and tear him to shreds. It was a purely instinctual thought.'
In reality, however, Chu Yao was still terrified, full of hate, and in despair.
