Without thinking, she reached out to touch his chest, mumbling her question.
"Where were you hurt?"
"It's okay, it's all in the past now."
Xiao Moli held her hand, he never wanted to tell An Ziqi about these things, afraid that it would scare her.
After what happened in Iceland, she was left with some trauma. She did not voice it, but during their time in London, she would have nightmares almost every night.
He leaned in and bit her neck harshly after speaking.
"I've told you, I only want you. And yet you dare to go around looking for other men because of some absurd words? You dare to cuckold me?"
He bit her so hard this time that An Ziqi was in great pain, her big eyes welling up with tears.
She slapped his hand, "That hurts."
"It needs to hurt so you'll remember." Xiao Moli replied grumpily.
An Ziqi sniffled pitifully.
"I didn't...Simon is just a friend."
"If Simon has only friendly intentions for you, I, Xiao Moli, cannot call myself a man."