Chapter 105: Sorry

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Nan Zhi had not worn a bra under her nightdress, and when he jerked open several of its buttons, wide swaths of snow-white skin were exposed.
She refused to let him continue, gripping the dress tightly with both hands.

Mu Si Han’s brows drew tight. As he looked her over idly, the faint blue-purple bruises on her fair skin settled into his sight as well.

Last night, he had truly been like an animal with her.
Yet he was a man long used to thinking highly of himself; even when he knew he was wrong, he simply could not bring himself to say he was sorry.

Nan Zhi fastened her nightdress back up.
With her eyes lowered, long lashes casting two soft shadows on her small face, he shifted his thin lips slightly. “Hold out your hand.”

Nan Zhi did not know what he was going to do. They held each other’s gaze for a few seconds, and in the end she lost to the domineering, deep black stare in his eyes.
She extended one hand.

It was slim and graceful, the nails neatly trimmed, no gaudy color painted on them, naturally pale pink. He fought down the urge to snatch it and bite down, and said in an oddly strained voice, “Close your eyes.”

Nan Zhi glanced at him. Before she could ask what he meant, he snapped impatiently, “I said close your eyes.”

She called him a lunatic in her mind, but under his formidable air and rough tone, she had no choice but to obey.
About three seconds later, his index finger traced across her palm.
A tingling spread through it.
She tried to pull away, but he held fast and would not release her hand.

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“Don’t open your eyes. Just feel it.”

Nan Zhi wondered inwardly what on earth that wild, furious man intended to do.
While she was still puzzled, she felt his fingertip draw an S in her palm. She pinched her brow slightly.
Then he drew an O.
She pressed her lips shut.
After that came two Rs.
And the last: Y.

Nan Zhi suddenly opened her eyes. He had not expected her to look at him so abruptly; he stiffened for an instant, withdrew his hand, and fixed her with black eyes gone rigid. “Who told you to open your eyes?”
He shouted again.

Nan Zhi bit her lip, paid no mind to his bad temper, and asked, “Will you say sorry to me?”

He set his jaw and flatly denied. “No.”

Nan Zhi was just about to speak when he stepped past her and strode out in a blur, moving like a shooting star.

Only then, catching a quick glimpse of his ear, she could almost swear she saw it flushing red.
She had never seen someone apologize in such a twisted, strange way—deny it afterward and still have his ears go red.

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Still, did he imagine that if he wrote sorry once, she would forgive him for what he had done to her the night before?
What he did could haunt her for the rest of her life.

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After Nan Zhi washed the clothes she had taken off and hung them on the balcony to dry, she returned to Xiaokai’s room.
Before she even stepped in, she heard Xiaokai complain in a resentful whine, “Why is it that Mei Zhizhi loses to me every time, but you can be so much faster?”

Then Mu Si Han’s arrogant voice came next. “My IQ is 280. Beating you, little brat, is no small feat for me, huh?”

While saying that, Mu Si Han lowered his voice and said something in Xiaokai’s ear—Nan Zhi could not make out what.

Nan Zhi reached the doorway just in time to see Mu Si Han’s broad palm pat Xiaokai’s shoulder twice. “Not bad. You’re above elementary-school level.”

Xiaokai pouted and shot back, “Of course. I’m much smarter than kids my age.”

“You’re not just smarter than kids your age,” he said. “You’re even smarter than your mommy.”

Nan Zhi frowned in displeasure—was he implying her intelligence wasn’t even as good as a child in elementary school?
And how long had Xiaokai become so familiar with this man?