He didn't care that her makeup was ruined, kissing her non-stop, as if to kiss away all her tears.
Mu Yan didn't want him to kiss her, didn't want him to hold her, struggled and hit, but he refused to let go.
With a "slap" sound, her hand accidentally hit his face.
Mu Yan was stunned, staring at his face blankly, knowing how much men care about their faces, and she had hit his face.
She knew he loved her, but hitting his face had nothing to do with love, right?
Seeing her teary eyes looking at him, like a child who had done something wrong.
Jiang Jingheng seemed to discover some astonishing secret, a spark flashed in his light brown eyes, he grabbed her hand and guided it to his face.
"It's my fault, hit me, keep hitting me, as long as it makes you feel better."
Things changed so quickly, Mu Yan was a bit bewildered, watching her hand land on his face,
She suddenly wanted to pull her hand back, "What are you doing."
