Fu Tingyu pursed his lips and said nothing.
Gu Yan had no choice but to threaten him and said, "I'm warning you for the last time, if your wound reopens, any disability you might face is self-induced."
With that, he started to take care of Fu Tingyu's wound even though he was fuming.
When Gu Yan observed Fu Tingyu's persistent silence, he could not help ask, "What's so good about her? To the extent that you would ignore all possible consequences?"
The tenaciously reserved Fu Tingyu finally spoke up, "She is my woman, and also the best one around."
Gu Yan snorted coldly. "Your relationship with her only exists in name, but you're so complacent."
"She's mine from head to toe." Fu Tingyu declared this with gravitas.
Gu Yan was studded momentarily, as he seemed to have understood the real reason why the wound on Fu Tingyu's back reopened. "Aren't you afraid that your hand will become crippled?"
