He Should Have Controlled Himself A Little

Coming back to her senses, Lin Qingyuan hastily wiped her tears away with her sleeve and turned away from him sulkily. "That's none of your business!"

"Is it really none of my business?" Long Xuan arched an eyebrow.

"Can you stop pestering me?" Lin Qingyuan snapped irritably. 

This time, instead of getting angry, Long Xuan drew closer to her. Studying her with his black eyes, he asked gently, "Does it still hurt?"

Lin Qingyuan stared at him in astonishment.

Hearing Long Xuan speak to her so gently stirred a strange emotion in her, but she did not have time to dwell on it because of his question.

She blushed and averted her gaze without answering him.

However, Long Xuan understood her right away.

No wonder she was so grouchy today—it seemed that he had really worn her out last night.

He was indeed the one at fault—he should have controlled himself a little as it had been her first time.