Heart-palpitating Night

Xuan Ying sat by the bedside, pressing his palm against his chest. Seeing his pain, Xia Ling hesitated for a while before she walked over. "Undo your buttons."

The corners of Xuan Ying's lips unconsciously twitched, he undid the button that he had just buttoned up. Then his black silk shirt just slid down, revealing half of his muscular chest.

Holding down her breath, Xia Ling lowered her lashes, looking at his broad shoulders and straight spine. He was seated, spreading his legs casually as he exuded an inexplicable charm.

She looked at him, there was a deep scar on his chest. Even though it was already fully healed, it was still a gruesome sight. She could only imagine how deep the knife had lacerated him.

"Come closer," said Xuan Ying.

Xia Ling's delicate skin flushed red, she was some distance away from him. There wasn't anything obstructing them, but with his legs spread open, how was she supposed to go over?

"Come here."