Feng Xing smiled slowly and teasingly, "Have you really never thought about... stealing him back from Xia Tangtang's hands?"
"No."
...
After some persuasion, Feng Xing finally brought a doctor to visit.
Mo Shiqian expressed his displeasure with a frown at the uninvited appearance, "What are you doing here?"
Feng Xing glanced at him, taking the tea Chi Huan handed over, "Your woman begged me," he said, lifting his chin towards him, blowing on the steaming cup, and peering at him sidelong, "to have him check your back, lest you become immobile and can only have the woman move."
Chi Huan, "..."
She didn't speak, standing expressionless.
The doctor was a bit old, probably over fifty, placing his medicine box on the coffee table and starting to walk towards Mo Shiqian.
Frozen in place by the man's cold, condensed gaze, he dared not move.
