The next day, the sun was shining brightly.
Li Qiyu, who had been confined all night, woke up to find her arm numb and his deep gaze piercing her as soon as she opened her eyes.
There were many scars across Mr. Bo's chest, as if scratched by a wild cat.
As a result, all her fingernails had snapped off…
Li Qiyu's brows knitted as she noticed bandages on all ten of her fingers.
She struggled in vain to push him away, but he said nothing, just staring at her with a stern gaze.
It was not until Leike knocked on the door, leading the servant in with the most sumptuous breakfast.
"Young Lady, the Young Master hasn't eaten all day, and with his severe injuries, he cannot get out of bed and needs more nutrition. Could you feed him?" Leike looked worried, no matter who tried to persuade him, Bo Yeyuan stubbornly refused to eat.
"I understand, now go." Li Qiyu responded indifferently.
