Mo Yunchen looked at Jing Zhiyue's pained expression and instead, a bewitching smile spread across his face, "Actually, it might be for the best that it's broken, otherwise these hands are too much of an eyesore."
"No, no, Master Mo, I won't dare to do it again, please give me one more chance."
Jing Zhiyue, masking the deep-seated fear in her heart, begged. She couldn't understand why, after so many years by his side, he was still so merciless towards her, without a single trace of warmth.
Mo Yunchen lifted Jing Zhiyue's chin with his left hand, his enchantingly handsome face slowly closing in on hers. Those delicate phoenix eyes seemed to be brimming with deep affection, which made Jing Zhiyue forget to beg for mercy. Instead, she was transfixed by the increasingly close Mo Yunchen, her heart pounding as she stared at him. Did he see the good in her? Was he about to kiss her?!
