As her figure disappeared, Qin Nanyu, who had been lying on the bed barely breathing, had the vulnerability in his eyes disappear in an instant, and he slowly sat up.
A wicked smirk adorned his visibly scarred handsome face.
Even the wound stretching to his mouth couldn't stop his laughter.
Having moved to Nanpo Apartment a while ago, he could finally, rightfully, move into her room. Was it easy for him?
It was worth the beating he endured.
After all, Kali was a girl; her punches were too gentle, barely touching him before she stopped.
Worried that Ji Weitian wouldn't feel sorry for him due to the lack of visible injuries, Qin Nanyu had his assistant punch him a few more times. On the way back, feeling that the scars were still not conspicuous enough, he slapped himself a few times.
That's what produced the effects Ji Weitian saw.
Qin Nanyu got out of bed, walked to the bathroom, and admired his current state in the mirror; it was indeed quite pitiful.
