While Xia Zhiqing looked at the bloodstains and teeth marks on Chen Mo's arm, her heart fluttered in fear. At a glance, she could tell it was bitten quite hard. She hurriedly took out a handkerchief from her sleeve to wipe it, not out of concern for Chen Mo, but fearing the youth would vent his anger on her sister.
Chen Mo was silent for a moment, then raised his hand towards Xia Zhining.
Xia Zhiqing's face changed, thinking the youth was going to retaliate, she quickly embraced him, saying, "Don't, Zhining didn't mean it, you... please forgive her this once."
Xia Zhining didn't dodge, lifting her smooth white face, her narrow eyes shimmering with tears, biting her lip, glaring stubbornly and resentfully at Chen Mo.
As if to say, if you dare, just hit me.
But who knew the hand the youth reached out with, gently caressed her cheek, wiping the tears at the corners of her eyes with his thumb. Whether it was genuine or not, Xia Zhining even saw a trace of guilt in his eyes.
