Heaven knows how much pain Mo Shisheng was enduring by twisting that layer of skin!
However, Mo Shisheng seemed oblivious to Ming Beiya's pain, her hand still clenched, her small mouth pursed, and her chubby cheeks puffed out.
"Are you still touching my face like that?"
"I won't touch it anymore."
Touch it properly, touch it carefully.
Ming Beiya added a sentence in his mind.
"Was it wrong?"
Mo Shisheng asked again.
"Um."
Touching my wife's face isn't wrong, is it?
However, Mo Shisheng was unaware of the hidden thoughts in Ming Beiya's heart, and only thought that he had truly realized his mistake.
Then, after she let go of Ming Beiya's hand, she noticed that the area was bruised and looked rather terrible.
Mo Shisheng frowned slightly. Ming Beiya saw her furrowed brows and assumed she was distressed. He smiled slightly and said, "I'm not in pain, I..."
"I'm still too soft-hearted."
Ming Beiya: "???"
"If you don't twist it for long enough, your bruises should go away in two days."
Ming Beiya: "????"
"This won't make you truly realize your mistakes."
Ming Beiya was silent for a while, then said, "I have deeply realized my mistake."
"..."
However, Ming Beiya's words did not elicit any further action from Mo Shisheng. She took her other warm little hand from beside Ming Beiya's neck and said, "Put me down."
"Can……"
"Um?"
Before Ming Beiya could utter his polite refusal, Mo Shisheng tilted her head slightly to look at him, and Ming Beiya's words instantly stuck in his throat, unable to speak any further.
He carefully placed Mo Shisheng on the snow, bending down gently. Mo Shisheng glanced at his cloak and found it an eyesore, so she reached out and pulled the hood off.
The hat was pulled off, and a head of long, silvery-white hair cascaded down like snow.
Mo Shisheng was stunned. The man's long, silvery-white hair was even more dazzling than snow.
She had never seen silver hair before.
Ming Beiya didn't expect Mo Shisheng to pull off his hat without saying a word. Then he saw Mo Shisheng's stunned expression and slowly squatted down. "We have a rule where we're from."
"What regulations?"
Mo Shisheng stared intently at Ming Beiya, seemingly pondering whether he was truly a deity.
"If someone sees your hair, you have to marry her, or you'll die a terrible death."
Ming Beiya spoke with a serious expression, especially when he mentioned that he would die a terrible death; his expression was even more serious and did not seem like a lie at all.
Mo Shisheng was clearly taken aback; her delicate brows furrowed slightly, as if she were stumped by the question.
Just when Ming Beiya thought Mo Shisheng would give him a touching answer, Mo Shisheng asked in confusion, "What if the person who sees your hair is a man?"
"..."
Ming Beiya's brow twitched slightly. "That's impossible."
"What if? I still saw you now."
Mo Shisheng pouted.
"..."
Hearing Mo Shisheng's increasingly absurd questions, Ming Beiya couldn't help but take a deep breath, afraid that she might lose control and end up spanking Mo Shisheng.
Once he calmed down, his words sounded like they were ground out from between his back teeth: "There's no such 'what if,' because you've already seen it, so you're the one who needs to take responsibility for me, understand?"
"I'm still young."
Mo Shisheng was displeased, and her gaze towards Ming Beiya changed. "How can you be like this?"
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