When Chen Xi came to, his right hand had already touched the little girl's cheek. He couldn't help feeling somewhat embarrassed, but the next moment he regained his composure. When had he ever become obsessed with a woman?
However, since he had touched her, Chen Xi didn't want to appear to have done it intentionally or unintentionally. He didn't need to. He said calmly, "Zhen Mi? Quite a good facial countenance indeed."
Zhen Mi's face flushed. Although young, she knew well that her appearance was not to be touched by others. Being a treasured daughter of the Zhen Family and the most beloved of her generation, she felt Chen Xi's forwardness as a slight, naturally inciting the anger of others in the Zhen Family, their earlier gentleness gone, as they charged at him directly.
"Zilong, show some courtesy," Chen Xi, hearing footsteps behind him and without turning back, said. With these people, trying to take Zhao Yun down was simply a joke.