Su Qianxun was genuinely surprised. 'How did he get in?'
"Who allowed you to leave the hospital?"
Long Sijue furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at her. He wanted to chastise her, but when he saw the wound on her forehead and her small, pale face, he swallowed those harsh words.
Su Qianxun was at a loss for words.
"I'm fine to begin with, so I left the hospital," Su Qianxun answered quietly. She looked away sheepishly and avoided making eye contact with him.
Long Sijue remained silent for a moment.
"Didn't you ask why I am here? I came to apply ointment on your bruise," Long Sijue said and immediately took off her shirt.
Su Qianxun quickly crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at him nervously. "There's no need. I have already told you that I'm feeling a lot better!"
"Do you want me to tie your hands to the headboard, hm?" Long Sijue sounded very much like he was threatening her.
