Cha Qing Luo wanted to say that even if she didn't remember anything else, she would still remember Nan jiateng and recognize him.
Moreover, she was injured by a knife, not her head.
Wait ...
Thinking of this, Cha Qing Luo wanted to move violently.
Nan jiateng's expression changed. He pressed down on Cha Qingluo's body and said,"don't move. You're covered in wounds and haven't fully recovered. Tell me what you want to do or say."
Nan jiateng was a little helpless at this time. This girl didn't stop even when she was like this, and she was still so reckless.
Cha Qing Luo was pressed down on the bed by Nan jiateng, so she naturally didn't dare to move.
She could feel that Nan Jateng's expression was very cold, but the heartache and worry in his eyes were so obvious.
Cha Qing Luo couldn't help but want to laugh."Nan jiateng, are you feeling sorry for me?"
In fact, Cha Qing Luo didn't even need to ask such an obvious question.
