Chu Nantian tried to rise several times, but his waist, back, hands, and feet, were all devoid of strength.
It was as if his entire nervous system had died; simply unable to connect with his brain.
All he could muster was the fierce glare he shot at Yuan Yifan.
The gaze was as sharp as a blade, intent on homicide.
"Don't glare at me like that." She appeared nonchalant and unfazed.
Having finished wiping his left hand, she picked up another towel to clean his right hand.
"I've been quite polite to Yun shao and Qiao Xiaon'an. At least, I would warn them before launching an attack."
After cleaning his right hand, she carefully placed it on the other side of the bed, covered it with a blanket, and wrung out another towel.
Holding the warm and damp towel, she gently wiped his face, afraid of causing him pain. After finishing, she lifted her head and looked at him with satisfaction.
