Li Xingle held her small hand, gently rubbing her palm with his fingertips. His movements were extremely tender.
Li Buyan looked at his actions in confusion. He was still smiling after being hit—could he be stupid?
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her palm.
Li Xingle pressed down hard with his finger on her palm, yet his handsome face still held a smile, "Does it hurt?"
Li Buyan bit her lip and stubbornly remained silent.
Absolutely not!
"Hiss..."
Li Buyan couldn't help but let out a sound of pain. Her big eyes stared at him, tears welling up in her eyes, and her lips were bitten red.
Li Xingle's heart softened, and he let go of her hand.
If her surname were not Li, if she wasn't the daughter of his Uncle, he might have wanted to treat her well.
But she was a daughter of the Li Family!
He hated the people of the Li Family the most!
"Have you decided? Are you going to drink or not?" Li Xingle got off the bed and stood by the bed, looking down at her from above.
