Upon hearing those words, Mo Weiyi bowed her head.
Her long, curled hair cascaded down, almost entirely covering her face, with just the tip of her small, pointed nose showing.
She looked crestfallen, yet her docility was particularly pitiable.
"Shall we go home?" His slender, handsome fingers gently rested on her chin, lifting her face.
The eyes behind his glasses carefully examined her expression. His voice gentle as if to soothe her, "Your makeup is all smudged from the crying."
Mo Weiyi closed her eyes.
She forced herself to suppress the shivers on her skin, the profound revulsion deep within her heart. It took a while before she reluctantly squeezed out a word, "Mhm."
"Good girl." Xiao Yebai curled his lips into a smile.
His eyes trailed down as his thumb grazed her red lips.
Her skin was pale, carrying a natural hint of precious fragility. Her face flushed red from crying, and her lips were swollen from being bitten.