None of the two gave in, and they confronted each other as such.
In terms of martial arts, Su Qingcheng was never Shao Yibai's opponent.
However, in the confrontation between a man and a woman, there had to be a party that would be the weaker side.
Shao Yibai suddenly caught a glimpse of the faint blood trace tainted on the white bed sheet and recalled that he had just thrown himself on her and that she had injured her back earlier on.
"You should change your clothes."
Shao Yibai's gaze suddenly became gentle, and there were traces of desolation in his hoarse voice. "Daisy, I won't force you. I'll give you some time. Hopefully, you don't force me as well..."
Su Qingcheng had never seen Shao Yibai in this manner.
He had always been a tough guy, one who could not be hurt at all, but now it was as if he had died in the war of love.
