Hearing his words, Nan Zhi's heart softened.
She was the only warmth and comfort he had left. If she did not want him, he might really go mad!
Nan Zhi wanted to get out from under the blanket to hug him, but when she thought that she was not wearing any clothes, she stayed under the blanket.
A pair of lucid and clear eyes stared fixedly at him, her beautiful face exquisite and charming. "Next time you must ask for my consent."
The man hummed in a low voice.
Many times, when his emotions went out of control, he did not know what he was doing. All he wanted was her warmth, the warmth that flowed from her body as it pulsed into his body when he moved with her, into her.
Perhaps then, he would not be such a lonely person.
Nan Zhi felt slightly sad seeing him admitting he was wrong, but she still had on an expression that she was still angry at him. "If you want me to forgive you, you have to promise me one thing."
