In a hospital in Nandu.
In a private ward, Jin Guocan lay on one of the beds, his body and face wrapped in bandages, resembling a mummy.
Guarding by his side were several other South Korean exchange students and Zheng Yan.
"Guocan oppa, are you feeling better now?" Zheng Yan peeled an apple and was carefully cutting it into pieces to feed Jin Guocan on the bed.
While Jin Guocan had one hand hooked up to an IV, his other hand was shamelessly reaching into Zheng Yan's clothes, causing her to blush and softly moan in embarrassment.
The South Korean exchange students beside them were transfixed.
Even though it wasn't as explosive as the Japanese films they found on their computers, the sight of Zheng Yan's large patches of pale skin was still extremely eye-catching.
"Damn Huaxia people! I'm not done with that bastard!" Jin Guocan took several deep breaths of frustration and spat out the words with hatred.
"I will always support you, oppa!" Zheng Yan hurriedly said from the side.
