Qin Yafu was pushed down on the sofa by him. She could not even turn around. So she could only turn her head around and take his questions as if she hadn't heard them.

"Why don't you answer me? Does it hurt?" Leng Muchen's lips kissed her wound, the scar may follow for a lifetime, but also he owed her.

"Pain!" Qin Yahuang nodded, but no matter how painful it was, it was over. No matter how painful it was, it could not compare with the harm he had done to her.

"I'm sorry." Leng Muchen's kiss continued all the way down. His sorry was just for her scar, but...