Hearing her tender voice, Lu Yan's heart softened as he quickly held her hand, lecturing her, "You got down the bed right after waking up, doesn't it hurt?"
"It hurts, it's really painful."
The anesthesia had worn off long ago, her entire body was hurting and she felt like she had been smashed with boulders. She was feeble and her eyes turned red and watery.
"It really hurts? Where does it hurt?"
Once he saw her almost about to cry, Lu Yan furrowed his brows as he blew some air on her hand, obviously worried. "Let's see if you dare to wander about again next time."
"I was afraid that you'd be seduced by some other woman." An'an then looked behind his shoulders, glancing meaningfully at Qianqian.
Lu Yan didn't lift his head. "Fool, don't you know that I'm Sun Wukong?"
"What do you mean?" An'an hadn't understood his words.
