It took Xing Han several minutes before he finally calmed down.
He sniffed, then stared in horror at Nitocris's stained shirt. His mind went blank at the moment, as he tried to think the proper words of apology.
He frowned in nervousness, biting his bottom lips in worry as he gripped Nitocris's waist tighter, "I ... I'm sorry. I ruined your shirt."
Xing Han braved himself to look up, only to see Nitocris looking down at him without any anger. Only gentleness. And ... worry?
Xing Han was so shocked at that. He had only seen that face not showing any expression and so, he had thought Nitocris was a rather unfeeling person. Well, other than those times when he would bully him.
Yet now, there was some emotion in those eyes? That face didn't look as rigid as it normally did. He touched Nitocris's cheek in wonder, "You ... why do you look like that?"
Nitocris blinked.
He had forgotten how lethal his innocent puppy is.
