C4

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window and into the room. Jian Ning laid on her bed, bored out of her mind.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"This is specially prepared for Miss, please change it."

Before long, the sound of water splashing could be heard in the bathroom. Jian Ning took off the bridal gown, allowing the warm water to flow down the curve of her body.

Suddenly, he heard a light sound coming from outside the door, Jian Ning's mind shook, she immediately pulled the bathrobe on her body, and carefully went out the door.

In the room, the man that frightened her was sitting on a wheelchair with one hand on her forehead. He looked at the flustered her with a smile that was not a smile …

Looking at the black eyes of the man, Jian Ning was frozen in place for a moment. She did not know how to move, and only subconsciously used her slender white fingers to squeeze the bathrobe on her body.

Until his joints turned white, but he was unaware of it. He even trembled slightly.

At this moment, Jian Ning had to admit that before this, no matter how thorough her considerations were, she would still be alarmed when facing this person.

Maybe it was because the impression Shang Jin left on her during the wedding ceremony was too deep …

"You, how did you get in?" Instinctively, she turned towards the door and stuttered as she opened her mouth to speak. However, just as she finished speaking, she frowned and wished that she could slap herself in the face.

How could she have forgotten that this was someone else's territory?

Sure enough, Shang Jin squinted his eyes. His deep and mellow voice was like the most beautiful melody ever played on the black and white keyboard. However, no matter how one listened to it, there was a sense of ridicule in it.

"Seems like, the adaptability of the Miss Jane is indeed astonishing." How long has it been since he treated this place as his own territory? Looks like he has to give her a good reminder …

Shang Jin slowly turned his wheelchair and moved to her side. His pitch-black eyes that were as deep as a pool of water stared fixedly at her as a cold and fierce light flashed past his eyes.

Jian Ning unconsciously retreated until she reached the ice-cold wall behind her.

Strangely, even though this person was clearly sitting on a wheelchair, and she could even look down at him from above, she felt as if her throat was tightly gripped by a pair of invisible hands, making it hard to even breathe.

Jian Ning's chest was violently rising and falling. Finally, she shifted her gaze away and spoke with difficulty. "Shang, Mr. Shang brought me here.

Shang Jin did not pay attention to her question, he only frowned, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with the difference between the two of them. Inadvertently, his palm swept past Jian Ning's knee.

Her ice-cold and refreshing fingers made contact with her warm skin, causing waves of numbing shivers to run through the place they passed.