Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehen frowned, his gaze toward Chu Lingzhi carrying a hint of allure. "I am indeed very strong." His scorching breath sprayed onto the delicate skin of her face, sending a tingling sensation straight to her heart. The faint scent of tobacco on him filled her nostrils, causing her cheeks to flush. Strangely, when she heard him say he was strong, her heartbeat suddenly skipped half a beat, and an image of him proving his strength involuntarily flashed before her eyes. Damn it, Chu Lingzhi bit her lip. How could she let her face heat up and her heart race like this? She took a breath, looking at Nangong Yehen with a hint of sarcasm. "I didn't expect the esteemed City Lord to think with something other than his brain." Her finger poked at his chest, a playful smile on her lips. "Did you climb to the top by relying on women?" At this, Nangong Yehen's eyes darkened. He gripped her chin tightly, a sinister and dangerous smirk curling on his lips. "Woman, I'm giving you face, but that doesn't mean you can act recklessly." "I'm just voicing my curiosity and doubts." "Aren't you afraid of death?" "I am. She's most afraid of dying." "Since you're afraid, behave yourself." He patted her cheek. What a domineering and wicked man! Chu Lingzhi cursed inwardly. Once she got back, she would make sure Chu Junyu stopped paying him any attention. "You look much prettier when you're quiet." He smirked, his palm-sized face stunningly beautiful, easily capable of stirring a man's heart. Her eyes were clear and pure, capable of innocence or seduction, drawing him in the more he looked. Suddenly, he cupped her face, studying it seriously. It was a face that grew more beautiful the longer you looked. Holding her face in his hands, the warmth from his palms enveloped her entirely. Chu Lingzhi hated this feeling. She furrowed her brows slightly. What was he doing, holding her face like this? How strange—she thought she saw a flicker of tenderness in his eyes just now. Could this domineering, womanizing man actually have a gentle side? He suddenly lowered his head, pressing his soft, thin lips gently against her eye. Chu Lingzhi's eyelashes fluttered uncomfortably. He looked at her with a faint smile. "What a pair of stunningly beautiful eyes." "..." Chu Lingzhi's cheeks flushed instantly, at a loss for words. No man had ever kissed her eyes so tenderly before. She closed her eyes, like a puppy awaiting slaughter, trembling with pitiful fear. Nangong Yehen gazed at her thoughtfully for a moment, then curled his lips into a faint smile. He patted her cheek lightly, his voice low and pleasant. "Open your eyes." Suddenly, she felt a lightness in her body, and the heat dissipated instantly. Chu Lingzhi snapped her eyes open, only to see Nangong Yehen already sitting up from beside her. She let out a sigh of relief and quickly sat up, picking up the eye ointment that had fallen onto the bed. His weight had been pressing on her chest, making her feel suffocated. Now that he was sitting up, she felt much more comfortable. "Take a look at my leg injury." Nangong Yehen lifted his left leg slightly. "You're injured? I didn't hit your leg!" Chu Lingzhi exclaimed. "You don't have the skill for that." "...Let me take a look." Chu Lingzhi put away the ointment and crouched by his feet. "Is it the left leg?" "Yeah." Chu Lingzhi slipped off his shiny leather shoe, then removed his sock. It was a sexy, masculine foot full of vitality—handsome face, nice feet too. She rolled up his pant leg, revealing a sturdy calf with just the right amount of hair—not too much, not too little.