"Give me back my phone!" Ren Chuqing demanded.
"That depends on what you do," Wen Muqing raised an eyebrow. "You know what I want now."
Ren Chuqing clenched her teeth, took a deep breath, flipped off the blanket covering her, and got out of bed to walk towards the door of the ward.
"If you're thinking about going outside to borrow a phone and make a call, then whoever lends you their phone will be in for some bad luck!" Just as her hand was about to touch the doorknob, Wen Muqing's leisurely voice came from behind her.
Her body suddenly stiffened, and after a while, she turned around, her teeth biting her lip, glaring at Wen Muqing.
He stepped forward to her, his fingers touching her lips. "Stop biting, if you break the skin, your body won't stop bleeding easily right now," he said.
Her lips felt scorching where he touched, and she instinctively stepped back to distance herself and avoid his fingers.
