Lu Fengxuan was on the verge of tears, "Aren't you injured? Why are you still so spirited?"
"My injury isn't here, if you had been a bit more cooperative just now, I wouldn't be so 'spirited' down there."
The man's voice was slightly breathless, a frown forming between his brows, and his handsome face showed signs of anxious impatience.
Just as Lu Fengxuan was about to retort, Yu Chiyin patted her on the head, "…Axuan, be good,"
After a lengthy hour.
The hospital room was brightly lit, with a faint smell of blood lingering in the air.
Yu Chiyin lay on the hospital bed afterwards, his beautiful face still showing the unsubsided passion from earlier, the corners of his long eyes a seductive crimson.
At this moment, he was simply a living, breathing fairy, one look could take away a person's soul.
"Bang." The bathroom door was kicked open.
Lu Fengxuan entered, holding a blue basin filled with water.
