At this thought, Feng Tianlan couldn't help looking up at Si Mobai. She hadn't expected him to be so careful. He didn't want to hurt her, so he'd cushioned her back with his hand.
He said, "Intoxicated by you, not the wine."
Feng Tianlan couldn't help raising her hand to stroke the scar that ran from her brow to the side of her face. It was very rough and crawled on her skin like a ghastly centipede. With a horrible scar like that, there was no way he could be intoxicated by her and not the wine.
She was simply not attractive enough.
Si Mobai watched Feng Tianlan's gesture, and it made his heart ache. He took his hand out from behind her back and held her face as if holding a precious treasure. He lowered his head and traced the scar from her brow to her cheek with kisses.
Those kisses made Feng Tianlan's heart skip a beat. She froze and didn't dare move.
