Ning Qing placed her other hand into a small fist to hit his shoulder while she cowered in pain twice.
She did not close her eyes, and she looked at his exquisite features that were zoomed up close in her line of vision, the man's delicate features resembled Greek sculpture, they were both dimensional and deeply set, and it was highly chiselled, and he was the most handsome man that she has ever met.
He was still the same person when compared to before losing his memories, but whenever he touched her for a bit, he liked to frown when he did so. Other men had a comfortable expression on their faces when they were enjoying themselves, and only him seemed to be both delighted and uncomfortable at the same time.
But, she just like him behaving like this.
It was full of an air of a mature masculine man.
