At this thought, Feng Tianlan couldn’t help looking up at Si Mobai. She hadn’t expected him to be so careful. He didn’t want to hurt her, so he’d cushioned her back with his hand.

He said, “Intoxicated by you, not the wine.”

Feng Tianlan couldn’t help raising her hand to stroke the scar that ran from her brow to the side of her face. It was very rough and crawled on her skin like a ghastly centipede. With a horrible scar like that, there was no way he could be intoxicated by her and not the wine.

She was simply not attractive enough.

Si Mobai watched Feng Tianlan’s gesture, and it made his heart ache. He took his hand out from behind her back and held her face as if holding a precious treasure. He lowered his head and traced the scar from her brow to her cheek with kisses.

Those kisses made Feng Tianlan’s heart skip a beat. She froze and didn’t dare move.

His breath hit her face lightly, but it scalded to her. His kisses were very light and gentle, tickling her heart like a feather.

He was kissing her so carefully, as if he were kissing the most precious treasure in the world, not wanting to use any force.

Feng Tianlan felt his lips leave her face. When she opened her eyes, Si Mobai put a finger to his brow with spiritual force on his fingertip. She was so shocked that she pulled his hand away. “What are you doing?”

His brow was already bleeding. When he lowered his head, a drop of blood fell onto her lips. The sanguine taste made her uneasy.

“I want to know how much it hurts.” When she’d received this scar on her face, it must have hurt a lot.

Feng Tianlan’s heart trembled. He wanted to cut a wound into his face and experience how much she’d been hurt in the past?

Was this guy an idiot?!

Feng Tianlan narrowed her eyes, suppressing the agitation in her heart. “You can’t understand it.”

Right after she spoke, she saw Si Mobai move his hand again. She quickly grabbed it and gazed up at him. “The pain of having your face disfigured by a loved one—you can’t understand.”

The scar on her face had come from Si Rong’s whip. When she’d reincarnated in this body, she could still feel the heartache of its former soul, just like when Jiang Ying had skinned her face in her previous life.

That kind of pain was not just physical, and it couldn’t be described in words.

Si Mobai’s hand froze, and he looked down at Feng Tianlan and saw the sorrow in her eyes. He only felt that his heart was gripped by a large hand. It hurt so much he could barely breathe.

She’d said, “a loved one.”

“Who was it?” Si Mobai’s voice was as cold as the ice of Nine Nether Hells, and it chilled the bone.

“It’s inconsequential,” Feng Tianlan answered faintly.

The former owner of her body had liked Si Rong, but Feng Tianlan didn’t care for him at all. As for Jiang Ying from her previous life, he was already an enemy, so there was no need to pay him any mind, let alone care for him.

“You’re only allowed to like me.” Si Mobai lowered his head again to catch her lips. His kiss was filled with dominant possession. It was impossible to resist.

No matter who she used to like, from now on, she was only allowed to like him, and she could only be his. He wouldn’t let anyone else lay a finger on her or enter her heart.

Feng Tianlan’s body stiffened, and she was forced to endure his possessive kiss. She felt like he was going to swallow her whole. Sometime later, when she was out of breath, he finally let her go. She gasped for air. “You…”

“You must take my words to heart,” Si Mobai reached out and stroked her red and swollen lips, which he’d just been sucking on. They were exquisite, and he couldn’t help pecking them again. “Come, we’re going to watch a show.”