The corners of Xie Jiuhan's mouth couldn't help but curl up when he heard the woman's firm answer. To Feng Qing, so what if she was deceived by him? The man's injuries were real. No matter how that wound came about and who caused him to be injured, Feng Qing would look for whoever it was to take revenge, even if that person was the king.
Feng Qing raised her pitch and warned the man standing in front of her, "It's not Xing Wudi who makes me angry, but you. How can you let yourself be injured? Do you know how worried I was? Xie Jiuhan, I'm warning you for the last time. Don't let this happen again."
"Oh ~" Hearing the woman's words, the man smiled and replied. His abnormally handsome face still had a sloppy look.
Feng Qing's slender and soft fingers changed from poking to rubbing. She gently caressed the man's wound, but the man felt waves of numb electricity coming from the wound and couldn't help but reveal a look of enjoyment.
