On the third time Su Li cautiously stole a glance, Feng Huaijin suddenly raised his hand and pinched Su Li's chin, facing him directly, he said: "I've told you, if you want to look, just look openly, there's no need to sneak a peek. Or do you feel... sneaking a glance is more thrilling?"
Su Li immediately slapped his hand away and rubbed her tender cheeks: "What kind of sick hobby is that? It's just... do you really hit women?"
She had never seen him lay a hand on a woman.
Feng Huaijin squinted, his deep voice like a murmuring stream: "I... don't do domestic violence."
Not hitting women, not hitting children, these are matters of principle.
The word "home" startled Su Li for a moment, making her a bit flustered.
A home.
Him, her, and Tuanzi?
It's just a pity that Tuanzi wasn't here.
