She compromised with her eyes closed, "I saw Yuxi about to fall, so I helped her a little, letting her fall on me. I landed on my back and got bruised by a stone..."
Jian Shichu was unhappy, "Didn't you say you weren't hurt at all and only avoided everything, except for your chest being pressed by Qiu Yuxi?"
Ye Qingci said softly, "I was just afraid you'd be upset. I didn't want you to know. It'll be fine in a couple of days, it really doesn't hurt at all!"
She was about to protest when his thin lips fell gently on her blue bruises, moving slowly, conveying an indescribable tenderness and compassion.
"No... don't... Jian Shichu... turn off the lights... please turn off the lights..."
"No!" Even his voice carried a cold arrogance.
After a storm of passion.
