Ming Ye glanced at Su Wan, then leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.
His lazy and casual posture was like a cheetah taking a nap. Although he had restrained his killing intent, it still made people fear him.
Because you would always feel that the next second, this cheetah would open its eyes.
At the same time, it would pounce on you at the most unexpected speed and bite off your neck!
Seeing that Ming Ye was injured and bleeding but still looked indifferent, Su Wan frowned and could not help but lower her head. Her gaze swept past Ming Ye's bloody abdomen.
Ming Ye was wearing a pure black shirt today. Moreover, the material of this shirt was very thick. Although there were blood stains on it, if one did not look carefully, one would not be able to see it clearly.
Should she apply the medicine?
Su Wan's brows furrowed even more tightly, but the person in question had an arrogant attitude.
