As soon as Sheng Yang cut a line of thread with a pair of scissors, Yi Juncheng hissed softly. Sheng Yang glanced at him indifferently and said nothing.
Gao Feng thought to himself, Master is really good at acting. One can't even tell he's acting.
Sheng Yang cut another line and Yi Juncheng hissed again. There was sweat on his forehead, making him look even more like a bewitching devil. Sheng Yang glanced at him again, still unmoved.
Yi Juncheng smiled but didn't say anything.
Yangyang knew very well that when she stitched him up, he endured it all without any anesthesia. He didn't even make a sound when she was stitching his wound. Why was he making noises now when she was removing the thread? This didn't make sense at all. This was just a little fun between them.
After removing the stitches, Sheng Yang stood up. "Everything is okay now. I'm leaving."
She said without any hesitation.
