The entire night, Xiao Ning couldn't sleep because she worried about why the male protagonist was in danger while he here was here sleeping soundly.
She sighed as if accepting her fate. As Xiao Ning prepared to turn around and walk away, she heard a noise.
"Who are you?" The boy's voice was a little hoarse, perhaps from having just woken up.
The boy on the bed had at some point sat up, as Xiao Ning noticed when she turned around.
He held a sword with flame coming out of it in one hand, covering his chest with the other while keeping a wary eye on her.
"You people don't even wait to point your sword at those who save you, which is why master warned me to avoid men like you."
The bandage covering Xiao Ning's hands flew toward the boy as she waved her hand, shattering the sword in the boy's hands.
