Lu Yeming stood up and got ready to leave.
Jun Xiqing knew that he was going to look for Elder Sis Mo'er. She quickly ran up and caught his sleeve, saying in a low voice, "West Duke, that's enough. Elder Sister Mo'er wouldn't want to see you like this."
Piercing eyes slammed into her, then lowered to look at her small hands. "Let go of me."
His low voice was hoarse, but his words were forceful.
Still, Jun Xiqing refused to let go.
Lu Yeming swung her hand away violently. He had used quite a bit of force and Jun Xiqing stumbled backward, falling onto the carpeted floor.
With a huge thud, her head hit against the bed frame.
Hiss.
She hissed in pain.
Lu Yeming froze for two seconds before walking back to her. He knelt down and wrapped his hands around her face.
There was a huge lump forming on her forehead.
"Does it hurt?" His gaze landed on her and he asked hoarsely.
