Ling Sheng quietly revealed her eyes again. She had only taken a brief glance just now and her mouth already felt a little dry. Now that she had seen him clearly, she realized that the man's neck, collarbones, and chest were covered in bruises and there were even scratches raked by fingernails. She didn't have to think to know whose masterpiece this was.
Jun Shiyan looked at the young lady without speaking either. Her big, watery, and charming eyes stared at him unblinkingly. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes also grew a little fiery hot.
Ling Sheng reached out and brushed over the man's wounds gently. Her heart ached as she asked, "Do they hurt?"
Only then did Jun Shiyan understand what the young lady was looking at. He shook his head. "No, they don't."
Ling Sheng felt bad. In a muffled voice, she said, "You liar."
"It seems to be a little painful now." Jun Shiyan pulled the young lady's hand out of the blanket. "Help me to apply medicine."
