The man's body was like steel beams and iron bones, all strength. In comparison, she felt truly weak.
His resolute short hair was wet, with tiny beads of sweat forming along his hairline.
Xing Xiaojiu was suddenly shocked by the scene before her, definitely like being struck by ten thousand volts of high-voltage electricity. It left her flustered, her entire body numb, her heart pounding like a deer in chaos, and she stood dazed for a long while, unable to move.
It took a while for her to come back to her senses, rubbing her dazed head, and then moved her hand to touch those scars that looked frightening, asking in a murmur.
"Xie Mingcheng, does it hurt? Does it hurt?"
Unable to bear the itching sensation of her touch, Xie Mingcheng grabbed her misbehaving hand again, shook his head, and said, "It doesn't hurt, Xiaojiu. Wait for me to come back."
