Hai Mingzhu didn't know whether she was genuinely weak in the knees or just pretending to be. As she half-leaned on Shen Yue, walking down a dim hallway that would normally intimidate women, she felt a strange sense of anticipation.
She yearned for the path to be a bit longer.
Disappointingly, they had reached the end within a few steps, affording her no time to savor the experience. Stealing a glance at Shen Yue's handsome face under his wild tousled hair, Hai Mingzhu finally said, "Does your face still hurt?"
She regretted the severity of the slap she had given him earlier. Only under normal lighting, she noticed five red handprints on Shen Yue's cheek.
How much force had she used to cause that much damage?
Shen Yue had not shown any anger, but Hai Mingzhu felt a sense of guilt.