Chen Yi often fell into his old habit of indecision, occasionally wanting to share some intimate words, but at those moments, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to speak.
Because he vaguely knew that for Qin Qingluo at that time, speaking wouldn't only be meaningless, but it might also have the opposite effect, pushing her farther away.
Chen Yi wearily closed his eyes, feeling drowsy, as the concubine who was about to enter the room behind him gradually lost strength. Qin Qingluo slightly narrowed her snake-like eyes, hesitated no longer, and with a burst of strength, flung him off her.
The world spun, and with a bang, Chen Yi was thrown to the floor, his lower back aching. He looked up to see Qin Qingluo's emotionless cold gaze,
"How long do you plan on lying there?"
Chen Yi chuckled without taking offense, slowly got up, feeling somewhat satiated from last night until this morning, even for him.
