Li Qiao's soft voice drifted into Shang Yu's ear, instantly quelling all the runaway emotions and violent impulses.
Rationality returned, and the man's hand released the door handle, his thin lips tightly pursed as he looked back at Li Qiao.
There was a hint of bright allure on the girl's brows, her eyes full of longing, innocently flickering.
Looking down, her lips were exceptionally swollen, and under Shang Yu's gaze, her tender pink tongue occasionally licked the corners of her mouth.
The man's gaze deepened, his palm somewhat stiffly cradling Li Qiao's cheek, his thumb gently touching her lips' corner, his voice hoarse to the point of being unrecognizable, "Let me see."
Li Qiao looked at him with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, tilting her head back in response.
The left corner of her mouth indeed was slightly broken due to his intense kisses, not serious, just a mild pain.