At this moment, his heart was a mess of softness, crumpling into disarray.
His hand, at the back of her head, caressed down along her hair, his voice gentle as he said, "Alright, I'll remember... the little girl mustn't lie."
"I would never lie! Uncle, I'm very well-behaved!"
"Mm, you're the best behaved."
In Nie Cheng's private resting room, the assistant had already been sent out.
Sitting alone in the chair, he pulled up his shirt and twisted his head to look in the mirror... his back was a gory mess again.
When he was alone, Nie Cheng no longer held back; his handsome face had twisted into a tangle.
Forehead covered in cold sweat.
With a very difficult posture, he dabbed ointment with a cotton swab, applying it bit by bit to his back.
Suddenly, the door to the resting room was kicked open from the outside.
Nie Cheng immediately let his shirt fall back into place.
What a waste of ointment.
