The next second, Shen Yuan practically scrambled to his feet and bowed deeply to Li Zhi.
"Thank you, Young Master Li, for sparing my life!"
With that, Shen Yuan fled the study with the frantic haste of a man rushing to freedom.
As she watched Shen Yuan's panicked escape, a smile bloomed on Li Zhi's face.
Unlike her previous gentle smile, this time, Li Zhi was truly laughing.
Under her watchful gaze, Shen Yuan dove headfirst onto his soft bed, his body sinking deep into the bedding.
The nerves that had been on edge all afternoon instantly unwound, and he let out a sigh of pure bliss.
"Ahhh…"
It was as if he'd gone boneless, his limbs melting into the comfortable softness.
Even his eyelids felt heavy. All he wanted was to lie there, motionless, like a mindless blob of slime.
She glanced at the heap on the bed—a slime rapidly entering a semi-dormant state. Her expression was neutral as she walked in, her footsteps impossibly light.
