The pair of strong hands drying her hair gave her an immense sense of security.
She tensed upon hearing him.
Reaching out for his hand, Li Beinian removed the towel on her head obscuring her vision.
Then, she circled her arms around his waist and said softly, "Don't… he didn't do anything much to me."
Although she spoke very softly, he could hear her grievance, and at the same time, a hint of guilt.
The fact was, the whole matter wasn't a very big deal. Just that, she couldn't help herself from crying and feeling upset the moment she saw Mu Xichen.
She embraced him tightly and rubbed her face gently against his palm.
Being the gun-toting man he was, his hands were a little callous.
It was a little painful and abrasive against her face.
But the feeling brought her the warmth she needed.
He turned his palm around and shut his eyes, feeling even gloomier now.
What was she afraid of?
That he'd kill someone?
