"Crack!"
A transparent jade bottle was placed on a small table next to the couch. Nangong Yi removed his shoes and sat on the couch, saying teasingly, "I'm tired too, so why don't we sleep together?"
"Hey, who wants to sleep with you? Get down."
Cai Wei scorned him and pushed him away. The moment her hand touched him, Nangong Yi suddenly tensed up.
"Hiss—"
He inhaled sharply, as if he was in pain and his face held a trace of endurance.
"What's wrong?"
Upon noticing his reaction, Cai Wei stopped and looked at him cautiously.
Nangong Yi gave a faint smile: "It's nothing, I was just a bit careless and hit something. I've already applied medicine."
Cai Wei raised her eyebrows and said, "Since you're injured, shouldn't you rest at home instead of running around in the dark? You could catch a cold from the wind and might get tetanus from your wound."
