Before Su Lu had escorted Bo Jingshen back, she never imagined she wouldn't be able to leave.
It wasn't until she found herself being held in his arms and falling backwards onto the bed that her mind went blank. One expression came to mind, "leading a wolf into the house," and another phrase that shared a similar fate, "a sheep entering the tiger's mouth."
At this moment, Su Lu was probably that sheep right at the tiger's mouth.
Her eyes were wide open in confusion, and her frail arms and legs couldn't struggle; she just resigned herself to lying flat.
Bo Jingshen sniffed at her neck, propped up on his arm as if he intended to come in for a kiss.
Su Lu looked into his somewhat hazy eyes, but he didn't immediately lean in to kiss her.
Even though he was already bowing down, almost about to close in, the daze in his eyes seemed to clear up as if he had snapped out of something. With bewildered eyes, he stood up.
