After a while.
Li Yinian closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm herself down.
She struggled for a bit, but Qiao Yanze did not insist. However, when he let go of her, he grabbed her warm right hand.
Li Yinian tried to pull her hand back, but the man held it even tighter, as if he wanted to comfort her with the temperature of his palm.
Li Yinian suddenly felt that it was ridiculous. Her hand still hurt because she had just slapped him. The slap mark on the man's face was still there, but he was feeling sorry for her hand.
She bit her lip hard and said in a low voice, "Qiao Yanze, you're always thinking too much."
"Perhaps." He laughed softly, his gaze of agony still on her.
