Shen Miao followed his gaze and realized that when she was struggling with Xie Changchao, her clothes had been torn by him. Now that a good part of her body was exposed, even revealing her undergarment, she was stunned for a moment before wrapping herself in Xie Jingxing's cloak.
Xie Jingxing turned around and saw that Shen Miao was still buttoning the cloak, so he walked over and squatted down in front of her. He took out a ribbon from his pocket and helped Shen Miao tie it.
His hands were very good-looking, and his joints were well-defined and slender. The way he tied the cloak was deft and gentle. Shen Miao looked up at him. Xie Jingxing's eyelashes were extremely long. When they were lowered, his sharp gaze became gentle.
He was focused on tying the cloak, but his face was cold from the beginning to the end, as if he was in a bad mood, but Shen Miao did not know who angered him.
Shen Miao said, "Actually, you don't have to kill him."
