Night.
A narrow couch.
A young man and woman faced each other.
The woman's face was crimson, shy and flustered, yet streaked with tears.
Blood stained the man's lips. He looked at her face, somewhat exasperated, though his eyes held a trace of tenderness.
That trace of tenderness made Bai Yuji's already rapid heartbeat pound like a drum.
Thinking back to what had just happened, she did not dare meet Qin Muye's eyes.
Qin Muye gently wiped the moisture from the corner of her eye. "And you said you weren't feeling wronged..."
"It's not because I feel wronged!"
"Then why is it?"
"You hurt me again!"
"Nonsense!"
Qin Muye pointed at her neat collar. "I was perfectly proper this time. I didn't grab you at all!"
Bai Yuji: "..."
Now she could not even pin the blame on him.
She had thought that this time, with their kisses so intoxicating, it would be much like the first half of what happened in the carriage last time, and that he would be as improper as before.
Who could have expected him to be so well-behaved?
So... I really cried because I felt wronged?
But how could I feel wronged because of him?
But if it wasn't because I felt wronged, then why did I bite him?
"Qin Muye!"
"I'm here."
"That day, when I stopped your aunt, I really did soften for a moment."
"You admit it?"
"But..."
Bai Yuji did not want to admit it, but she was afraid—afraid that because of this matter, she would become a knot in Qin Muye's heart, and that whenever he thought of it, he would look at her coldly, just as he had a few days ago.
She did not know why she was afraid. Clearly, they were enemies, and she had only