Li Fengnian's gaze turned playful, his fingers twining in her hair, "Home?"
Then he yanked hard, prompting a painful scream from He Lingling; her head was pulled back too. He leaned in close, their noses nearly touching, and the ambiguous warmth of his breath caressed her face as he softly said, "Don't worry, there will be a 'home' for you to return to!"
Tears fell. He Lingling felt that despair again; it was Li Fengnian, and he would never let her go. She didn't know what Li Fengnian would do to her next; she only felt very panic-stricken, very frightened...
Li Fengnian sat to one side, his gaze lowering, a smothering pain crossing the depths of his eyes.
Just now, he had pulled He Lingling harshly, then threw her onto the bed; the force was so great, it reopened his wound. And after yet another confrontation with He Lingling, the wound bled again, a bright red spreading over the white gauze bandage on his body.
