Deep down, his inner beast was still held in check, but once she recovered, that might not be the case.
Quan Ying splashed water on his face in the bathtub, cursing himself for being less than a man. Why was he even standing there stunned when she was hurt?
In the tub, the steam caused a faint, delicate flush to spread across An Xiaoni’s pale face. It deepened, creeping up to the tip of her nose and her earlobes. As her face grew rosy from the heat, the look in Quan Ying’s eyes darkened. She was as delicate and sweet as a ripe peach. He couldn't help but lean down and press a kiss to her cheek.
Chapter 69