She lowered her eyes slightly, only to see the woman's hair, silky as satin, scattered on her white shoulders, just as beautiful as a saint in a western oil painting.
The scent of shower gel and shampoo wafted through the air, tickling his nostrils and accelerating the rhythm of his heart uncontrollably.
"No!" Xia Yiwan, blushed to the point of losing all composure, made a forceful shove, inadvertently swatting Si Mo's gauze-covered right hand.
Si Mo's movements paused abruptly.
"I'm sorry!" Xia Yiwan retracted her hand quickly.
Having already seen Si Mo's injury, she was horrified that she could have jit hit it so hard...
Si Mo's ink-dark eyes rose gently to meet her clear ones, and her guilt was completely laid bare.
A thought flitted through his mind.
Then, Si Mo slightly furrowed his brows and took a sharp breath, as if the pain from his wound was unbearable.
