Xiao Ning really could not help but want to throw up.
Bai Yeyuan glared at Liu Rushi coldly and did not respond to her. Instead, he took out an expensive handkerchief and wiped the corner of Xiao Ning’s lips. “How do you feel? Can I help you to the lounge? The smell of blood here is too strong...”
He comforted Xiao Ning in a soft voice, just like how a newlywed husband would take care of his bride who had made a vow of eternal love. He was filled with care and concern.
Hearing this, Liu Rushi’s already pale face turned even paler.
She bit her lip and watched Bai Yeyuan’s gentle care for Xiao Ning. It was a stark contrast to his cold and professional attitude towards her.
She was covered in wounds and bones. Bai Yeyuan had never taken such care of her before?
Xiao Ning just vomited.
Wait!
Vomited?
Liu Rushi’s eyes lit up. A thought flashed across her mind, but she could not catch it.
At this moment.
