"Forget it. My wound is not serious. " Xi Jian lay down again and carefully pulled Ling Yue into his arms. "Let me sleep more like this."
Ling Yue allowed herself nest in Xi Jian's arm. She stared at the ceiling. There were still many things she want to know, but confused where to start.
"What are you thinking about?" Xi Jian put his chin on top of Ling Yue's head.
"Jian ... may I ask something?"
"Hmm ... one question, one kiss." Xi Jian answered nonchalantly. Ling Yue glared. "Forget it then."
"Tsk, what do you want to ask anyway?"
"The people who attacked Zou Ci and me ... who are they?" Ling Yue looked up. Xi Jian's black eyes staring back at her. For a few seconds, he didn't make a sound. "Hubby ...?" Ling Yue could feel the intensity of his gaze. At that moment she felt afraid to hear the answer.
