The wound on his arm contracted with effort, causing a burst of pain.
Ling Xiao Xie was slightly distracted and hadn't completely anticipated this move. Watching Memoria's action, he realized it was a bit too late.
He turned his face slightly, Memoria's palm grazed past his left cheek.
On his face, a burning pain.
Ling Xiao Xie frowned and pulled her over, watching her body recline back onto the sofa bed, only then he released her right hand.
With her body lying back on the bed, Memoria felt relieved from the suspended state, her back touched the soft sofa, she sensed something was off.
Turning her face to look beside her, and then at the tightly covered blanket on her body, she suddenly realized she had misunderstood.
By the sofa, Ling Xiao Xie raised his hand to touch his face, letting out a light sigh.
Memoria frantically grabbed the blanket and jumped off the sofa bed, standing in front of him.
"Instructor, sorry... sorry, I... I didn't mean it, no, I mean, I..."
