Ye Jian did not try to pull his clothes open again. Her heart ached as she rubbed the area beside his second rib. She lowered her eyes, and her long and thick eyelashes covered the heartache in them. She said softly, "Does it hurt a lot? Does it hurt anywhere else?"
Ye Jian, whose facial features were exquisite, was perfect from any angle. The way she looked now with her eyebrows lowered made the gentleness in Xia Jinyuan's eyes increase.
Her thick eyelashes even created a small shadow that trembled slightly, revealing her fragile beauty. However, the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed. That stubbornness of not yielding suppressed her vulnerability, making one feel that even though she was a woman, she was a stubborn person who would not lower her head easily.
