Kang Chen thought of Ming Mei's hands; he liked her soft, small hands. When holding them in his palm, he wouldn't dare to use any force.
Kang Chen's hands showed no signs of movement. He said leisurely, "I thought, I've already taught you a lesson."
This border war was over, the outcome decided. Beitang Yunxiu had lost—and quite miserably at that. This, in Kang Chen's view, was his gift of instruction to her.
Beitang Yunxiu wasn't the least bit embarrassed. Being embarrassed by someone equally exceptional didn't feel out of place to her.
Raindrops pattered on the umbrella. Through the rain and mist, she looked at Kang Chen's profile—cold and perfect. His demeanor exuded an effortless authority, noble and aloof. There was nothing one could criticize. Even for someone like her, who pursued perfection relentlessly, she had to admit—only a man like this could truly be called a favored son of the heavens.
