Chapter 7: The So-Called Child Bride (7)
"No."
The simple word struck her heart like a bolt of lightning.
Xiaoxia felt a pang of anxiety, wondering if Young Master Shi's anger had not yet subsided. She swallowed hard, feeling a bit shaky inside.
She glanced around and suddenly noticed the glass of milk she had brought.
She picked it up and handed it to Shi Che, her voice careful but slightly ingratiating, "Young Master, have some milk to sober up."
Shi Che was straightforward this time. He tossed aside the towel, pulled up the covers, lay down directly, and closed his eyes.
The meaning was already very clear.
Xiaoxia's slender fingers held the glass, stiffening slightly.
Originally, she held onto a sliver of hope that Young Master Shi had calmed down before coming home today, but it seemed the chances were zero.
Xiaoxia stood there for a few seconds, ultimately resigned to placing the milk down gently, then tiptoeing around the large bed to her side. She softly lifted the covers and lay down.
The bedroom bed was large, with a typical European vintage style. Since Shi Che disliked ornate decorations, their bed was very simple, with even the sheets and duvet in cool tones.
The bed was so big that with both of them lying there, it could fit two or three more people between them. They didn't appear like a married couple, more like two strangers sharing a bed.