As soon as these words floated into Cen Jin's ears, she slightly turned her head with a look of mild surprise, but before she could respond, Jiang Baizhou's handsome and rugged face suddenly leaned in close to her. Startled, Cen Jin instinctively leaned back, and Jiang Baizhou seemed to know she would lean back; his large hand smoothly slipped through her waist, just holding her slender waist. In the next moment, a cool sensation gently slid over her cherry lips, followed by a warm breath and a deep, slightly raspy voice carrying a full sense of intimacy asking, "Are you feeling better? Still angry?"