Chi Zaozao stared blankly at Ye Que, listening to him clearly enunciate the name Tang Wanyuan.
Chi Zaozao's chest suddenly felt as if she'd swallowed a fly, so uncomfortable.
Why would Ye Que mention her?
What had he done to be continuously murmuring her name and saying sorry?
What exactly had he been doing these past few days?
Chi Zaozao was somewhat unable to accept this Ye Que, holding her while calling out another woman's name.
She forcefully pushed him away.
Yet Ye Que held her too tightly, not only refusing to let go but gripping even tighter, still mumbling under his breath.
"Sorry, sorry..."
Chi Zaozao couldn't take it any longer; she pried his hands open with force and got up to leave.
"Zaozao..."
Just two steps away with her back turned to him, she again heard his soft calls.
Chi Zaozao turned back, seeing Ye Que still asleep, furrowed brows, looking utterly pained.
She couldn't bear it and returned to wipe his sweat.
