"There is something!"
Bo Sishen grabbed her small hand, raised it slightly, and placed it on his chest, his deep eyes tightly fixed on her, his voice heavy as he spoke.
Mu Shini's delicate brows furrowed lightly, and she said in a tense voice, "But I hit your face, not your chest..."
Why was he holding her small hand to his chest?
Those who make mistakes naturally can't lose their temper.
So, Mu Shini resisted the urge to snap.
"It hurts my heart." Bo Sishen stared at Mu Shini innocently, his voice hoarse as he spoke.
He held her small hand tightly against his chest, gazing deeply at her. After a while, he lifted her small hand, placed it by his lips, and kissed it lightly, "Nian Nian, after breaking so many things, you should take a rest, your little hand must be tired."
"Stop grabbing my hand, it hurts."
Mu Shini tried to struggle, but Bo Sishen held her small hand tightly and wouldn't let go.
She got anxious, "Are you going to let go or not!"
