Earlier, as they were rolling around on the sheets, with the atmosphere growing hotter and unbearable, Ji Wei's head unfortunately bumped against the wooden bedhead, and her fair forehead instantly swelled up with a big bump.
Seeing this, Mo Qian felt a deep pang of heartache.
"I'm so sorry, I ruined such a nice moment," Ji Wei said, her cheeks flushed as she awkwardly lowered her lashes.
The woman's self-reproach made her even more endearing, especially with her small face looking as sweet as an apple. His heart softened completely, yet he couldn't help but be filled with playful mischief.
Feigning distress, he said, "The mood is completely gone now—what should we do?"
Ji Wei hesitated for a long while before blurting out, "How about… I help you fix it?"
Mo Qian: "…"
Seeing him silent, staring at her with a shocked expression, Ji Wei felt so embarrassed she wished she could crawl into a turtle shell and hide.
