Chapter 41 Don’t Hear the Old People Cry (11)
Shi Che’s eyes dimmed slightly. He curled his lips, unable to even self-deprecate. He swallowed, the bitterness spreading in his mouth, more bitter than eating yellow lotus.
Shi Che quickly turned his head away, not wanting to look at Ling Chuxia in this state. As he turned, his gaze caught the medicine box on the nightstand.
That medicine box, he was more than familiar with it.
Ling Chuxia forced herself to stand, planning to wait for Shi Che to come out so she could help him into bed. Then she could lie down and rest too. Yet Shi Che stood there, silent and motionless, so she naturally could only stand there quietly with him.
She raised her head slightly, seeing Shi Che staring at the box of morning-after pills on the nightstand. She thought Shi Che was worried that she hadn’t taken the pills, so she hurriedly whispered, "I’ve already taken the pills."
Those few words made Shi Che’s brow furrow deeply. His gaze snapped back to her, too sharp, too shadowy, making Ling Chuxia dare not look up at him.
Shi Che just stared at Ling Chuxia, stared and stared, then suddenly burst out laughing.
That laugh was baffling to Ling Chuxia, and it sent an inexplicable chill through her body. She didn’t understand what was funny about what she said, nor did she dare to ask why he laughed, only instinctively shrinking her body, filled with anxiety. She felt Shi Che step toward her, step by step coming closer. She wanted to retreat, but her feet felt nailed to the floor and couldn’t lift.