Zhan Moxiao turned to take a shower, suddenly remembering the two hits he had delivered to her little bottom. Consequently, he fetched the medicine kit, gently pulling down her clothes.
He was a normal man, yet these years he had waited for her to grow up, leading a life of self-restraint like a man of iron.
Although they were married, turning it into a factual marriage was not something to rush; the little wild cat had too strong an aversion to him.
He twisted open the medicine bottle to apply the ointment on her.
Those two hits—he actually hadn't had the heart to exert much force, but the girl was so delicate that just those two made red welts appear on her skin.
Suddenly feeling a pang of pity, he realized he would need to be especially careful with his strength next time; this little wild cat was too tender.
Then he remembered her face, so he scrutinized carefully, noticing that both of her cheeks bore the red marks of someone's fingers.
