Xiang Mingzhu was extremely anxious, she didn't know why Zhong Yi would suddenly ask such a question.
Although she coveted Zhong Yi and wanted to marry him,
she still felt some fear towards him and dared not act rashly. She couldn't understand why, even though he always seemed gentle and spoke softly, and usually acted calmly, she still felt easily intimidated by him.
Perhaps it was his affectionate eyes, so clear they seemed to see through everything.
She swallowed nervously and said, "Young Master Zhong, I am not upset."
Zhong Yi reached out with his long fingers towards her cheek, and Xiang Mingzhu's lips tightened, her gaze dodged, her heart racing. But Zhong Yi stopped and withdrew his hand.
A sense of unspoken disappointment arose in Xiang Mingzhu.
"So, how did you get that slap mark on your face? Can being slapped make someone happy?"
He finally asked!
