Nan Mufeng fell silent for a moment, then hung up the phone.
He couldn't wait any longer. He needed a reason to legitimately inquire about Shen Yu's contact information.
............
The next day, Jian Xi woke up early. Her complexion had improved a lot, and she felt more spirited.
Seeing Nan Mufeng asleep at the bedside, she reached out with a tender heart and gently touched his hair.
At her touch, Nan Mufeng woke up.
"Go back to sleep, I'm fine now," Jian Xi said softly.
Bleeding enough to be bedridden—her period was as severe as a serious injury!
Did it scare him to death?
Jian Xi looked at Nan Mufeng, her eyes slowly reddening. She had suffered a lot in the past. At the worst time, she had been shot with seven bullets and stabbed more than a dozen times. She had carried on despite the blood, getting back to the organization, yet no one cared whether she lived or died.
Now, just for a menstrual period, she had frightened Nan Mufeng like this.
"Does it still hurt now?"
