Qin Ying turned her head away from him, but he gently pulled her chin back with his index finger.

This action was filled with a certain irresistible tenderness, but it reminded her of the backstage of the auditorium, when he had used the same gaze to see through her lies.

"Does it hurt?"

This time the questioning didn't have a hot breath, but the gaze was scorching.

Qin Ying wanted to push him away, but Fu Hanzhou refused to let go. He grabbed her waving hand and held it tightly. His trembling fingertips stroked the edge of the wound, as if he was touching fragile glass.

It’s not that she didn’t want to take off her performance costume, but she was thinking about countermeasures in her mind. The panic had occupied all her thoughts and she couldn’t take these things into consideration at all.

He lowered his head, carefully kissed away the remaining tears in the corners of her eyes, and then placed his lips on her trembling eyelids.

The kiss was somewhat clumsy and cautious, as if to compensate for the recklessness and anger just now.

Qin Ying's body gradually became less tense, but when his lips were about to touch hers, she turned her head away.

"Don't hide from me."

His voice was very hoarse, and his hot breath swept across her red earlobe:

"I will never do this again."

As he spoke, he placed another kiss on her hair, as if he wanted to convey all his heartache and regret to her in this way.

She heard the sound of him swallowing, and the next second, Fu Hanzhou's kiss was almost self-destructive, biting the tip of her tongue so hard that it hurt.

As their breaths gradually intertwined into a scorching vortex, Fu Hanzhou's kisses with body temperature fell on her forehead, eyes, blood-stained neck, and finally stopped on her trembling lips.

"It was my fault……"

The kiss was hot and broken, mixed with suppressed sobs:

"I'm sorry... I failed to protect you..."

His voice was muffled in the crook of her neck, hoarse and out of tune.

The hand behind his back trembled as he covered the wound, as if he wanted to rub the blood into his skin.

Being held tightly in his arms, Qin Ying suddenly felt the pistol on his waist. The cold metal touch made her wake up instantly.

Fu Hanzhou would not believe her unconditionally!

Seeing her leaning docilely in his arms, Fu Hanzhou suddenly held her hand and stared into her eyes with burning eyes:

"Tell me, how could you..."