Seeing Qingfeng Li taking out the bullet, Xue Lin covered her red lips with her little hand, surprise written all over her eyes.
This man was really tough being able to take out bullets with a knife without frowning at all.
She was shocked especially when she saw the crisscrossing scars on his back. The scars were a man's medals, recounting extraordinary experiences.
Xue Lin felt some inexplicable sadness in her heart.
She suddenly realized that she knew little about the husband, other than that he lived overseas. As for what he did, she knew nothing.
"Why did you save me?"
Xue Lin's eyelashes blinked, with a complex look on her beautiful face.
She knew that if it had not been this man who stopped the gunshot for her, she would have been dead already.
"I promised grandpa to take good care of you after marriage."
Qingfeng Li tied a knot with gauze and said lightly.
