Ji Nuan raised her hands to cover her head. "And my head."
If she didn't show the white feather now, the man might really do something to her.
Obviously, he almost lost control of himself just now.
The man's eyes remained deep and dark. His desire hadn't been relieved, but he had to hold it back when he saw her in pain. His heart had softened as soon as he saw her lowering her head and rubbing it with her hands.
"Sorry, I've been living like an ascetic these years, so I lost control of myself just now." He reached out to rub the part of her head that was hit gently. "Still hurts? My bad. Just stay here and recuperate, and I'll try to control myself, ok?"
Ascetic?
She thought Mo Jingshen, the 'beast,' was just playing pathetic in front of her.
