22. News of the White Tiger’s Claws

Seeing Amy cry so bitterly, Ye Feng was at a loss for words. What else could he say? After what he had done to her, any explanation would be pointless—no one would believe him anyway.

Amy was much stronger than Ye Feng had imagined. She quickly regained her cold composure, though her swollen, reddened eyes betrayed how deeply hurt and furious she was.

“What do you propose?” Amy looked at Ye Feng with icy eyes.

“Hit me, curse me, do as you wish. Even if you call the police and have me executed, I won’t utter a word of complaint,” Ye Feng lifted his head and spoke sincerely, meeting Amy’s gaze.

The moment Amy saw his eyes, her heart grew chaotic. Was it fair to blame everything solely on him? She sighed silently, glancing at Ye Feng and making her decision.

“I need to get dressed. Turn around,” she said. Ye Feng nodded, closed his eyes, and turned away.

Amy endured the throbbing pain and stepped off the bed to pick up her clothes, dressing herself carefully. When she glanced back, she saw the man still keeping his eyes shut. Suddenly, she realized he was still naked. The sight of his strong body, sharply defined muscles, and the deep scar along his back made her linger longer than she intended. Her cheeks flushed hotly.

“Do you have scissors?” Amy steadied herself and asked coldly, facing Ye Feng’s back.

“Yes.” Ye Feng opened a drawer and handed her a pair of scissors without turning around. He assumed she meant to kill him to vent her anger, resigned to his fate—he deserved it,