Gu Li didn't anticipate that he would be so vile after taking advantage of her, so she sat up abruptly, ignoring the pain that consumed her body.
As the silken quilts slipped down, Mo Shiting glanced towards her.
Her skin was pale but bruised and her eyes hinted traces of annoyance.
Even if he felt regret and sorrow, he wouldn't display a shred of it before her.
Feeling his gaze, Gu Li boldly stood up, walked past him with audacious calmness, picked up the scattered clothes from the floor, and dressed herself.
This move of hers did surprise Mo Shiting somewhat.
However, when he saw the injuries on her body, particularly the faint pink gunshot wound on her back, the memory of her selflessly shielding him from a bullet surfaced in his mind, slightly easing his animosity towards her.
He pressed his lips together and eventually asked in a somewhat humane tone, "Does your wound still hurt?"