He smacked his lips, seemingly still lingering the touch of her soft lips. It was the first time she had initiated it...
Ye Junqing closed his eyes and thought back. When wasn't he the one forcing her, resulting in her tearful gaze full of hatred?
Xiao Yun picked up the bowl on the table, his fingers wet with the liquid in the bowl. Surprised, he said, "Master Qing, this doesn't seem to be blood."
Despite the strong smell of blood, he wouldn't mistake blood for water.
"What did you say?" Ye Junqing turned his head to look at him.
Xiao Yun said, "Could it be that we misunderstood Miss Ye? Shall I go in and ask?"
But Xiao Yun hoped that it was a beautiful misunderstanding.
"Master Qing, how did it taste when you had a sip?"
