Mr. Wa felt humiliated, but there was nowhere to vent this humiliation.
The coarse paper was chafing his face painfully.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to take your life," Song Sizhi reassured him with utmost gentleness.
In Wa Yuechuan's heart, it was as if he'd been spun around. Damn it, you're not taking my life, you want me to be left childless and without descendants.
That's even worse than losing my life.
Wa Yuechuan thought he was done for, his lifelong reputation was about to be ruined by this woman, Song Sizhi.
Thinking about how he'd lived for half his life, never before had a woman tormented him like this, yet he repeatedly fell at the hands of Song Sizhi.
That day, Song Sizhi looked at him with a gentle face, as though saying "if you don't speak, I'll ensure you're left childless," even going so far as to kindly wipe his sweat, more attentive than his own mother.
Such gentleness, like a flowing stream!
