Contract Marriage: Boss, Let's divorce

Ling Chuxia had not expected Shi Che to suddenly grab her hand. Her breath hitched violently, her eyes widened slightly, and reflexively, she wanted to pull her hand back.

However, her hand twitched but did not pull away; instead, it lay quietly, letting Shi Che hold it.

She couldn’t tell whether she didn’t dare to pull away or didn’t want to. All she knew was that the moment Shi Che took her hand, her heartbeat accelerated slowly, her cheeks began to feel warm, and her breathing became ragged. Her eyes were wide open, and she was trying hard to suppress these strange feelings, but Shi Che suddenly turned his head, his dark eyes looking at her, and Ling Chuxia’s body tensed involuntarily.

Shi Che’s gaze lightly rested on her side profile. Her complexion was still somewhat pale, her lips colorless, and the dim yellow light in the bedroom made her complexion appear even worse.

Shi Che’s brow furrowed slightly, and the voice he spoke with unconsciously carried a tinge of worry, "Does it still hurt?"

Ling Chuxia was startled by her own chaotic thoughts and had forgotten about the pain in her foot. Hearing Shi Che ask this, her first instinct was to shake her head, but immediately after, worried that Shi Che might perceive her underlying thoughts, she would rather have him misunderstand that it was her foot hurting, so she quickly nodded her head.

Seeing her shake her head and then nod, a hint of amusement flashed through Shi Che’s dark eyes, the corners of his lips curling slightly, "So does it hurt or not?"

Shi Che’s voice softened, carrying a bewitching aura in the silent night. Ling Chuxia instinctively looked his way, meeting his eyes that shimmered with a gentle light, and Ling Chuxia faltered, feeling a slow rise of bitterness in her heart.

Shi Che had suddenly become so gentle, was he confusing her with "elder sister" again? If he was addressing her as Ling Chuxia, how could he possibly be so gentle?