"It's nothing."
Luna Sutton hurriedly withdrew her gaze.
Seeing his chest was almost healed, the vine in her palm retracted.
Corbin Crowley didn't care about his chest injury; he just pulled her hand to his heart, throat moving slightly, voice unusually cautious: "Luna, they say couples always reconcile after a fight, it's inevitable to have some bumps along the way. Don't be mad at me, okay?"
Luna Sutton looked up at him, the proud and domineering man who was never so cautious before.
And now she felt a complex emotion in her heart.
However, the anger in her heart wasn't completely gone, and she felt a bit reluctant to let go of her pride.
"No way!"
She turned her eyes aside, cold-faced, but then heard her stomach let out an untimely "growl".
This damned embarrassment...
