Feng Fuce grabbed her wrist gently as soon as he heard her say that.
Then, he lowered his eyebrows and eyes, bent down, and blew on the red mark on her wrist.
"I was in a hurry, so I didn't control my strength well."
He asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Zhi'er hummed softly, nodding delicately, "It hurts!"
Feng Fuce immediately lifted her wrist, and in the next second, his thin lips kissed her skin.
Zhi'er was initially stunned, then she suddenly widened her watery eyes.
Not because of anything else, but because Feng Fuce actually, like a small animal, not only kissed but also licked her wrist twice.
Zhi'er realized what happened and quickly pulled her hand back.
"You... don't do that!" She blushed red with embarrassment.
Feng Fuce knelt down in a half-squat, raising his thin eyes to look at her.
"Didn't it hurt? I'm expressing my regret."
Zhi'er covered her wrist, her face red enough to drip blood.
