For a moment, the room was as quiet as death itself.
Shen Chuwei was also stunned. She hadn't intended to tear his clothes, just to pull them apart a little to take a look.
It was all her fault for not controlling her strength, and now she had completely ruined someone else's clothes. If the other person weren't Xiao Jinyan, would he think she was a female hooligan?
But now she had no time to think about these things. She was staring at the man's chest, the fairness of his skin not in the least inferior to that of a woman's, except for the bandages wrapped around his chest as well.
Could it be a sword wound?
After being startled for a few seconds, the man awkwardly tried to pull together the lapels of his clothes. Since he couldn't see, a few pulls still left his fair chest visible.
He pushed her hand away and asked in a deep voice, "What exactly are you trying to do?"
Shen Chuwei pointed to his chest and asked him, "How did you get hurt here?"
