Zhuo Jian realized what he had seen and understood why he had gone back into the private room to find General Zhao, but still couldn't help feeling ashamed, "Fu Yanye, stop looking."
"Who allowed you to get injured?"
He lay behind her, questioning her by her ear.
Zhuo Jian was in turmoil, she was already in a bad state, and now he was bullying her?
"Where else are you injured? Do you tell me, or should I continue undressing?"
Fu Yanye didn't wait for her answer, but continued asking.
"I'll tell, I'll tell!"
Zhuo Jian, hearing that he was going to continue undressing, hurriedly called out to him.
Fu Yanye then got up from her, yet his expression remained frosty.
Braving the pain, Zhuo Jian sat up and spread open her palm, "This is the worst part, it bled!"
Fu Yanye looked at the blood in her palm, his icy fingers pinched the injured side, then unintentionally squeezed hard.
Zhuo Jian bore the pain and looked up at him, "I owe you another favor, huh?"
Owing a favor?
