He clearly didn't even consider her a human being. Yesterday, she had been eager to annoy Jiang Qimeng. Now that she thought about it, if he could have controlled his strength, he wouldn't have come to her. In his heart, he probably couldn't bear to treat his white moonlight so harshly.
The bruises were purple and green, heart-wrenchingly so.
Si Yuhuan thought about his own lack of gentleness last night and fell into silence.
Jian Xi's grievances spilled out in mutters.
"Sorry."
Jian Xi froze. Huh? Did I hear that right?
Si Yuhuan's thin lips were picturesque, his exquisite face capable of captivating all beings. After last night, his brows carried an even more soul-stealing charm. He then went over and forcefully pressed Jian Xi onto the bed.
"Hey! What are you doing? I'm all bruised up; I can't handle another round of your roughhousing. It still hurt down there!"
