Zhuo Yi was a doctor, so he simply couldn't stand seeing someone get hurt.
Si Ye knew he liked to meddle in other people's affairs and didn't waste words with him, "Fine, since she's not in trouble, just go back."
Zhuo Yi's eyes widened in shock, his index finger pointing at him, tremblingly accusing, "No way, you use my body and then kick me to the curb?"
"Get lost!" Si Ye actually kicked him in the buttocks.
"You wait, sooner or later, I'll kick your ass back! Also, I'm not taking care of the wound on your forehead anymore; you deserve to be hit by a woman—that's your retribution!" Zhuo Yi, carrying his medicine box, cursed as he ran off.
Mainly because he really wasn't brave enough; after cursing at Si Ye, of course, he had to run fast.
Because she was uncomfortable, Chen Zhi still furrowed her brows even in her sleep. Her body slightly curled up, a natural state of self-protection.
Si Ye watched her with a deep gaze, his thoughts unknown.
