However, just as her hand reached for the talisman at the head of the bed.
A pair of slender, pale hands swiftly stopped her.
The temperature of the hands was somewhat cold.
Lin Yi turned her eyes and met a pair of deep pupils.
"Don't touch," his voice carried a hint of hoarseness, but the chill within was discernible.
Although Su Yunzhou had been in a coma these past few days, he was still aware of what had been happening around him.
After speaking, he sat up, pulled a piece of paper from the bedside, and wiped his hands.
Then he tossed the paper into the trash can.
Lin Yi was stunned by the sight of his face for a moment, but the next second, she realized that his action was one of disdain for her, and her face flushed with anger, "You... you ungrateful brat! There are so many people in the Alliance who would want my help, and it's not so easy to get!"
After drying his hands, Su Yunzhou glanced at the unfamiliar talisman beside him.
