"Zuo Aiai, are you trying to murder your husband?" Ji Nanfeng's low voice roared coldly, inhaling sharply as he spoke.
The blow was extremely painful, it felt like his jaw was dislocated.
Zuo Aiai bit her lip, turned to look at him, her eyes filled with tension, but she forced indifference into her voice, "Are you okay?"
"It hurts!" Ji Nanfeng's eyebrows knotted from the pain, forming a frown.
Ji Nanfeng's features were a different kind of handsome compared to Bo Jinyu's delicate beauty - more robust, his jawline chiseled, making him appear tough and domineering.
Having lived in the army for many years had given him a healthy, wheat-colored skin. Now, his jaw was turning red, and it looked like it was going to bruise.
Zuo Aiai had intended to ignore him, but after a few steps, she couldn't resist and said, "I'll fetch some medicine for you."
Ji Nanfeng, sitting behind her, gently touched his chin, an unnoticeable smile playing on his lips.
