Thwang!
That sound echoed awkwardly. The moment the zither broke, he is no longer on top of Zi Qian but rather standing outside the bed. He is in his inner robe but he did not claim back the outer robe Zi Qian removed. Ying Zheng only tied his waistband back, no longer looking behind.
Zi Qian was sitting upright on the bed. She clenched her hand into a fist while holding her skirt up to her chest. What did she just do? Did she lose it? She just let Ying Zheng kiss her, touch her but he did nothing else and left her hanging in thread. Zi Qian stared at his back. She knew he made her heat up but not continuing the last step. She knew he did that to remind her. A warning that he will never touch a woman like her...
Ying Zheng's image in her mind became more fearful. She just never knew all
