Just after saying one word, she stammered and didn't say more.
The man saw her hesitant expression and lightly lifted his thin lips, "Speak."
"You asked me to speak," An Yin said leisurely, blinking her beautiful watery eyes, and said warmly, "Can you not be so harsh when talking to others?"
That naturally included herself, An Yin thought sarcastically in her heart.
The man's deep, cold eyes under his black, sword-like eyebrows gazed at her.
The young girl perhaps realized she had overstepped, and quietly lowered her head, one hand continuously fidgeting with the quilt.
Bao Shaojin watched her little movements, faint emotions momentarily surfaced on his cool face, but they quickly vanished.
An Yin did not notice.
After a while, when she thought she had offended him, the man's grunt sounded.
"Okay."
The man's words were firm and solemn, almost as if making a vow.
"It's done." Bao Shaojin slowly lifted the cotton swab, and after seeing no bloodstains, he spoke out loud.
