Ye Jinyan examined every inch of her skin with furrowed brows, and his expression relaxed slightly only after confirming that the only wound was on her thigh.
Meanwhile, the woman beneath him was like a volcano about to erupt, her burning gaze killing him over and over again.
Ye Jinyan's frosty face slowly softened, and he bent down to gently kiss her forehead, "I'm just worried about you."
As soon as he spoke, he received a sharp scratch on his face, leaving five distinct nail marks.
Ye Jinyan didn't mind, and instead leaned the other side of his face forward, "Do it here too, for symmetry."
"Get out!" The man's body pressed against hers as he spoke, the warm breath brushing against her cheek like a breeze, and Xue Haitang's breathing noticeably quickened.
In fact, from the moment she opened the door and saw Ye Jinyan, a spark buried deep inside her had been ignited.
