Young Master Yan averted his gaze once more and he could feel his body burning. He shifted uncomfortably.
"Didn't I told you not to move?" Wen Xuxu frowned and stared at him. She continued to chide him, "If you move again, you'll need a blood transfusion at the hospital."
She had used nearly half a box of tissues and the blood still hadn't stopped dripping. What exactly was wrong with him?
She began to get worried. "Should we go to the hospital?"
Yan Rusheng shook his head and rejected her suggestion instantly. "No."
After a curt reply, he randomly grabbed a folder and crossed one leg over the other. He placed the folder on his thighs to cover a certain part of his body.
"Your nose is still bleeding, can't you stop thinking about work for a moment?" Wen Xuxu continued to lecture him in a low voice and there was a tinge of gentleness in her tone.
