"Heartless woman, you still know how to care about this young master!" Ling Tian'ao hummed with his nostrils flaring toward the sky.
"With such loud cursing and robust energy, it seems you're alright. Is your leg better?" Xia Zhisu bent down to look at Ling Tian'ao's leg again.
But it pulled at the whip marks on her own body, causing her to grimace in pain.
"Don't move!" Ling Tian'ao immediately held her, "The wound finally started to scab! It's troublesome if it splits open!"
"You know it's... scabbed over?!" Xia Zhisu carefully glanced at her body.
"I watch it every day! How could I not know!" He claimed matter-of-factly and righteously.
"..." Xia Zhisu's mouth twitched, and she completely didn't want to continue this topic with him.
She pulled the bedding up to her chest and saw the inescapable fatigue between Ling Tian'ao's eyebrows and eyes, "Ling Tian'ao, stop hovering in front of me, go out, you're giving me a headache seeing you."
She wanted him to go back and rest.
