After the clouds and rain cleared, the two embraced on the bed, panting heavily. Qi Taiguo kissed her forehead and turned to look at her.
"Ouch, my hand hurts," Cheng Su cried out in pain.
Qi Taiguo quickly moved aside and asked, "Are you okay?"
"I just pressed on the injured spot," Cheng Su said, pouting.
Qi Taiguo checked and then moved back to her face, feeling guilty. He said, "This time, I've made you suffer, I'm sorry." As he spoke, he carefully placed his hand on her face without touching her wound, afraid of causing an infection.
Cheng Su teased him, "This time I've scraped my face, I don't even know if it'll leave a scar after it scabs over. I'm telling you now, even if I'm disfigured, you're not allowed to despise me!"
Qi Taiguo's sadness dissipated a bit, and he said in a slightly annoyed tone, "Nonsense, not just a little scar, but even if there's a big scar, I wouldn't despise you!"
