Gentle and with a hint of pity.
"Does it still hurt?" the man's deep eyes, brimming with compassion, unabashedly gazed at her.
Qiao An: "..."
How could she possibly say it out loud.
Really...
"Tell me, does it hurt?"
"What difference does it make if it hurts or not?"
Mu Jingxi's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "If it hurts, I'll continue kissing; if it doesn't hurt anymore, then I'll stop for now."
Drawing back her hand, Qiao An pouted and wrinkled her nose petulantly, "Hmph, you wish."
Either way, he wins.
There's no such thing as a free lunch.
Mu Jingxi chuckled softly, "Hurry up and eat breakfast, aren't you hungry?"
With glittering eyes, Qiao An shot him a look and picked up her chopsticks to continue with breakfast.
After a while, she looked at him quizzically. Xia Lin was given a day off, so was he here to protect her today?
