They finally settled into the post-coitus mood.
Not in the least bit sleepy, the two of them snuggled together and talked about how much they missed each other.
Wen Xinya asked, "How's your arm injury?"
Whenever she called him when he was in Russia, she would feel a strong urge to ask him about the injury on his arm. However, she would never be able to bring herself to say it for she felt that it was inauspicious.
Si Yiyan answered, "It's just a minor injury, must you be so concerned about it?"
His wound had already healed after two weeks. He did not expect that she would still be so concerned about it. Hence, he was at a sudden loss for words.
"Let me take a look at it." Wen Xinya supported herself against the bed and sat up to grab his arm and check his wound.
A scab had already formed over his wound. If she did not know that he had taken a bullet for her, she would have thought that he did not get injured at all.
