Lily looked at him as he kept staring at her and was somewhat puzzled, "Mu Feng, what are you looking at?"
Mu Feng snapped back to his senses, cleared his throat softly, his face looking a bit unnatural.
"Nothing, what would you like for dinner?"
"Anything is fine as long as there's meat."
"Okay, where did you say it hurts? Did the wound open up?"
Mu Feng held her shoulders, wanting to roll up her sleeve to look.
For Lily, such minor wounds were truly not worth mentioning.
But seeing how anxious Mu Feng was, she nodded, "My arm hurts, my leg seems to hurt too, Mu Feng, I can't walk, can you carry me?"
Without a word, Mu Feng picked her up and walked into the bedroom.
He placed her on the bed, "You're not heavy at all."
Lily was slightly upset, "This is all muscle, I'm robust, not like those delicate ladies in the city. I tell you, I can break their little necks with one hand, believe it or not?"
