Mu Jin Huan gazed into those dry, clear water-like eyes for a moment, then his gaze dropped, his eyes tightening.
Half of the small face was slightly swollen, with the red slap mark stark against the slightly pale skin.
In a deep voice, "It's not tomorrow yet, not too long."
He leaned forward, his warm hand reaching towards her cheek.
A second before touching her skin, Nan Wan's body leaned back, increasing the distance.
Mu Jin Huan's face instantly darkened, his arm still held in that gesture of wanting to caress.
Nan Wan pressed her lips, softly explaining, "I haven't changed my clothes yet, they're very dirty..."
Before she finished speaking, Mu Jin Huan cupped her pale little face and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
The man's scent pressed down, Nan Wan remained in her sitting posture, her chin lifted, her lip line gently traced.
Staring blankly at the silent night sky, all the blood and curses disappeared, leaving only the man's slowly deepening, grinding kiss.
