"Let me see the wound."
Feng Ziheng said only one sentence, but there was a certain steadfastness mixed into his indifferent expression.
He was absolutely not going to leave easily without seeing her wound.
A sourness spread through Chu Liangxia's heart.
In the end, she couldn't bring herself to refuse.
For him to be constantly worrying about her... how unkind that would be.
"Mmm."
Chu Liangxia nodded, then turned her head away the next moment, no longer looking at him.
She opened the door, walked in, placed the room card properly, and the room's lights immediately turned on.
Feng Ziheng followed her in.
Chu Liangxia, enduring the pain, took off her backpack and placed it on a chair, then took the medicine for her injuries out of her suitcase.
She thought about applying the medicine and then asking Feng Ziheng to leave. She had not expected that as soon as she stood up, her wrist would be seized and then she was forcibly pulled to sit on the bed.
