The slightly hoarse three words fell into the night wind, receiving no response.
Because the man locked her tightly in his embrace, Qin Yiren couldn't see if the person restraining her was indeed Chu Xinian, holding her breath in tension and helplessness.
He held her so tightly, as if he wished to fuse her into his bone and blood.
Apart from that, there was no further aggressive movement, not like a villain seeking wealth and lust.
Not understanding why the man's emotions were so abnormal, Qin Yiren recalled a scene from the previous night, stiffly attempting to push him away, her soft voice sounding somewhat timid: "Mr. Chu, are you drunk?"
Chu Xinian still didn't answer her question, after a while he asked: "...Where did you go?"
"I..."
Qin Yiren was about to speak but hesitated, pondering how to explain, unsure of whether she should explain.
