Li Fei turned around, his gaze resting on the figure lying on the grass before him. Despite being covered with countless knife scars, crisscrossing and grim, he could still see the beautiful curves and the crystal-clear skin. It was like looking at a precious porcelain artifact, now marred by cracks, evoking a sense of deep regret and pity.
Jin Yingying noticed his unwavering gaze and playfully chided, "You bad guy, you promised to just take a quick look, but you've been staring for ten seconds already."
Li Fei chuckled, "A quick look for me lasts a few minutes."
"That's terribly naughty, no way, close your eyes quickly."
"I've already seen so much, a few more seconds won't make a difference."
"That still doesn't work."
