All negative emotions had vanished in that moment, leaving no trace, bringing back the tender him once again.
"Xiaxia, I'm sorry." Di Mingzhe finally spoke, weakly burying his face on her cheek, his fingers running through her hair, gently caressing, almost inaudible murmuring, "It's my fault. I'm sorry."
Di Xiaxia was originally heartbroken, but hearing these words, she was taken aback. He was apologizing to her?
For some reason, Di Xiaxia was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of guilt. Was it his fault?
What did he do wrong?
Still in a daze, Di Mingzhe had already left her and was getting out of bed. As he gloomily put on his slippers and wrapped a humorous bath towel around his lower body, his voice returned to its usual calmness and tranquility. "You sleep a little longer. Don't worry. Without your consent, I'll never touch you again."
As he finished speaking, he walked towards the door, his tall and erect figure looked as heavy as a mountain.
