Although two hours of treatment wouldn't have any immediate effect, it at least gave Ye Shengge confidence.
"I just wanted to let us have a preliminary understanding today," Song Ruyu said as she looked at her wrist. "If I'm not mistaken, you'll tie yourself up every day before bed?"
Ye Shengge stroked the wound and said, "That makes me feel safer."
"Actually, I don't suggest you do that," Song Ruyu said. "Don't forget that you might be the target of her hurt."
"My hands and feet are tied. She can't hurt me." Ye Shengge's eyelashes fluttered.
"Then, how did you get the wound on your wrist?" Song Ruyu sighed. "She's struggling very hard, isn't she? She needs to vent her anger and bloodlust."
"I'd rather she hurt me than the people around me," Ye Shengge said calmly.
Song Ruyu nodded. "I understand. I'll think of a way for you."
