Chapter 77: Will You Be Sad If I Die?

Xie Xingyun applied the liniment on her without saying a word. His actions were a little rude and unreasonable, pushing her the hem of her dress to her knees.

He held her ankle in his hand. His other hand looked savage, but he was also gentle when he was doing it.

Bai Xianyu did not resist. She only stared at his cold face and said, "I hate it when you are like this."

Xie Xingyun froze.

"You don't say anything. You always have a cold face," she said softly. "You're like ice. No one can guess what you're thinking."

She had seen Xie Xingyun like this too many times and had long lost that sense of accomplishment from pulling the flower of the high ridge down from the altar. In the past, when she saw him like this, she would feel that she had made him unhappy.

Now, even if she made him unhappy, she also did not care.

The bonfire was burning brightly, and the room was warm.