Her wound healed and recovered, the process visible to the naked eye.
His lips were stained with blood.
When he looked up, he seemed all the more handsome and bewitching.
Su Ye quickly grabbed the blanket, wrapped herself into a tight ball, and huddled in a corner. Only then did the feeling of being intoxicated by the intimate atmosphere finally begin to subside.
Su Ye blinked, gazing at him.
Staring intently.
Just as Su Qing started to lean in, Su Ye scrambled away, trying to burrow deeper into the corner.
"Don't come any closer."
Her face was beet red, and her words carried no conviction whatsoever.
Su Qing paused for a moment, then reached out and gathered Su Ye, blanket and all, into his arms, pinning her in the corner.
There was nowhere for her to run.
Su Qing's voice was low and deliberate.
"Didn't you say you'd be nicer to me, Benefactor?"
Su Ye was left speechless by his repeated question. She had no rebuttal.
