"Take a look?"
What's there to see about a wound.
It's as if he's never been hurt before.
Besides, she doesn't believe he would be so kind, not taking advantage of the situation.
She pulled up her pant leg; on her slender calf, bandages were wrapped, the white bandages stained red with blood.
Shocking.
"Shot?"
"You're asking the obvious!" Ma Yao turned her head away.
"Serves you right." Lowering her pant leg, Yunzhou stood up, "Of all people, you chose to target Miss Situ and even dared to mess with Mu Yanli. Second Young Master spared your life with just one shot; you should be grateful to your ancestors."
"What did you say?" Ma Yao's face was full of anger, like an enraged little lion, ready to bare her teeth and leap up to bite him.
Yunzhou had no intention of saying more. Seeing her like this, she wouldn't listen to anything he said.
Forget it.
He shouldn't meddle in idle affairs.
Whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with him, she's an assassin.
