"You don't know how terrifying you were when you survived the battlefield. You've got over 300 wounds all over, many of which led to your bones. If you were a commoner, you've long been killed..." Yan Feiqing worried.
"Over 300 wounds?"
"Yes..."
After receiving the confirmation, Zhang Tie hurriedly put one hand into his gown and touched his crotch. Closely after that, he let out a sigh.
"What're you doing?" Yan Feiqing blinked her eyes out of amazement.
