Though his fingers were cold, his actions were gentle.
He massaged the ointment and spread it around her bruise.
The fragrance of the ointment wafted slowly in the air. Shen Fanxing held onto the bedsheets tightly beneath her. She didn't dare to lift her head.
"Why did you stop? Weren't you good at chiding me just now? Huh?"
She could feel the warmth of his breath near her ear and the sound of his low and husky voice in close proximity.
Shen Fanxing tried to move her body away, only to have her waist grabbed by a large hand.
"Don't move."
The warmth of his palm made Shen Fanxing tense up. Just as her body stiffened, Bo Jinchuan's voice sounded behind her again.
"Wait till the ointment has dried up before you get up."
Shen Fanxing didn't continue to move. Not long after, a muffled voice sounded.
"Sorry, I… misunderstood you just now."
A light and low chuckle sounded and Bo Jinchuan straightened his body.
"Bandit?"
"Sorry…"
Thoroughly embarrassed, Shen Fanxing apologized profusely.
"I've never thought that someone would use such a word to describe in this lifetime."
Shen Fanxing bit her lips awkwardly, her voice sounding gloomy and guilty.
"It's the first time I've used such a word to describe someone."
"The first time? Should I feel honored?"
"Anyway… I'm very sorry."
Realizing that the man's hand had left her waist, she stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she carefully rearranged her dress carefully.
Turning around, she saw the tall and robust man behind her.
His thin lips were curled and his features were perfect. He was gazing intensely at her.
Shen Fanxing suddenly felt like she had nowhere to hide. She took a step back instinctively, but Bo Jinchuan took another step closer.
She retreated and he closed in again…
After repeating this several times, her shoulder bumped against the wardrobe.
She instinctively wanted to retreat once more and so, she pressed her body against the wardrobe.
At this moment, a long and strong arm wrapped around her waist.
Panic gripped her as she looked up, and her eyes met Bo Jinchuan's pitch black ones.
He was an outstanding man with well-defined, perfect features. He possessed an aura of nobility and gave off an impression of calmness and self-restraint. This combination was extremely alluring to women.
His light breaths landed on her face and his intense gaze was peeled on her. She had no chance to escape.
"Your apology is just words, It's insincere."
Shen Fanxing's heart trembled as she asked, "Then… what do you want me to do?"
Bo Jinchuan bent his body and rested his forehead against hers. His deep masculine voice seeped into the air.
"Play the fool."
Something flashed across Shen Fanxing's clear eyes.
She could clearly feel his warm breath, his aloofness and his pressuring dominance, as well as the heavy pounding of her heart.
"This is the first time in my life that I feel like I can't wait to do something. You're really torturing me."
Her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably. His voice was deep and hoarse, and it seeped into her body through the air, rendering her numb and ticklish.
"Bo Jinchuan, you… said before… when you're pursuing someone… you will not go back on your word… As a gentleman…"
"Gentleman? Ha…" Bo Jinchuan gave a deep chuckle and continued," No, I'm a bandit."
For the first time in her life, Shen Fanxing wished she could bite her tongue off.
Why was she so impulsive to blurt that out to Bo Jinchuan?
He was using her own words to shut her up. How should she respond to him?
"Do you know where the bandit's woman came from?"