But soon, she regained her composure. He's not feeling sorry for you, but for his baby!
Si Mingjing spoke calmly, "It's nothing. Those who injured me met bad ends; they've already gone to see the King of Hell."
Only then did Mo Yinhe's towering rage begin to subside slightly. He hated himself for not having gone to Prison Star in time to bring her back.
He slipped the pendant around his neck, tucking the Pentacle Dragon Scale's core inside his collar, resting it against his chest, warming it.
In fact, what he wanted to warm was not the cold Pentacle Dragon Scale, but her, who had once been injured.
Si Mingjing saw it all, her head feeling slightly feverish.
This man, could he be any less subtle?
At this moment, how she hated her perceptiveness!
If only she were a sweet and simple soul!
At least her heart wouldn't feel so embarrassed and awkward now!
