They entered the bedroom.

Vio Mansello scooped Qin Qinxi up and tossed her onto the bed, then pinned her down and began tugging at the hem of her sleeping robe/nightgown.

The girl hastily pressed his hand, thinking that even in this state he still wanted to do such a thing to her.

Her body was still sore; the medicinal ointment had just been applied, and the cool sensation hadn’t yet dissipated. She simply couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Do you really want to kill me?” Her voice trembled, choked with tears. “If that’s the case, you might as well just kill me!”

As she spoke, she felt utterly aggrieved.

Two streams of tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, unstoppable, streaming down her cheeks and into her hair.

Her shoulders shook uncontrollably, quivering with each tremor.

Qin Qinxi bit her lip, swallowing the words that had slipped out without her realizing it. She didn’t dare say another word. Those words had just slipped from her mouth—once they were out, there was no way to take them back.

Vio paused, lowering his head to look at her. Her hand was still pressed against the back of his. He truly just wanted to see where exactly she was hurt.

Earlier, when she’d looked so gloomy downstairs, wasn’t it because she thought he wouldn’t come back and was heartbroken? She’d even stood by the door waiting for him, and when she knew he’d returned, she tried to run away, afraid he’d discover her.

Suddenly, he found it both amusing and… well, hard to put into words. She really had thrown a little tantrum at him.

“What’s wrong with me?” he asked, unusually enough.

He was in a good mood at the moment, and he himself couldn’t explain why, after being suddenly snapped at by this woman, he didn’t lose his temper.

Qin Qinxi kept crying, so aggrieved that she couldn’t utter a single word.

She didn’t speak, and the man wasn’t annoyed either.

Vio picked her up from the bed and sat her sideways on his lap.

Of course, he could smell the minty scent of the medicinal ointment on her, mingled with her own sweet, clean body fragrance.

“As long as you’re obedient, I’ll be gentler with you from now on,” he coaxed, something he rarely did.

The man took a piece of paper to wipe her tears, but his gaze couldn’t help drifting to her wrist—and there, it was smooth and bare, with nothing on it at all.

In his entire life, this was the first time he’d ever given a woman a gift, and he’d even spent some time pondering what kind of present to buy her.

If he was going to give her something, it had to be the most special, the very best.

It was also in keeping with his proud nature—he always wanted to stand out from the crowd.

He had a strong sense of self-reliance, determined to make everything the strongest it could be.

In the Middle East, after seven years of killing and eliminating countless rivals, he’d risen to this position by swallowing up his opponents.

But even so, he still wasn’t the strongest.

Small factions held no interest for him; the only major rival was Dmitri, so he had to find every possible way to deal with him.

On matters of face, Vio didn’t ask any questions, but deep down he felt a vague, inexplicable unease that made him restless.

Suddenly, Qin Qinxi’s phone rang.

The girl’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked over at Vio.

The man’s gaze had already fallen on her phone.

The phone was lying on the nightstand, its screen flashing briefly before going dark again.

Qin Qinxi hadn’t turned off her phone—she’d originally assumed Vio wouldn’t be coming home tonight.

But who would have thought that, by sheer coincidence, just as she stepped downstairs for a walk, he’d return?

Earlier, she’d hurried upstairs precisely to turn off her phone, but until now she’d never had the chance.

And she certainly hadn’t expected him to send her a message at this very moment.

Vio guessed what it was and looked back at her.

The girl quickly lowered her eyelids, no longer crying bitterly but looking guilty and uneasy.

“Hand it over,” he said, his voice not particularly loud.

Qin Qinxi didn’t move; her fingers unconsciously clenched the collar of his shirt, hesitant and indecisive.

“I told you to hand it over,” he said, raising his voice slightly.

Qin Qinxi shuddered at his tone and quickly slid off his lap, reaching for the phone and handing it to him.

Vio snatched it up and swiped open the screen to read it.

End of Chapter 67: Chapter 67