บท 77: The Restless Girl

Zhuang Hong frowned. As if sensing that something was wrong with her, he reached out and lifted the part of the blanket covering her feet. Her feet were covered with red blisters. Against the white blanket, it looked exceptionally horrible.

Zhuang Hong's brows furrowed again, and his handsome expression darkened. His gaze was deep and cold as he stared at her bloody feet under the dim light. She was actually so miserable. No wonder she refused to go back to the room!

Zhuang Hong's breathing was very quiet and he did not let himself make much noise. He reached out and grabbed one of her ankles. Feeling Cen Shuang's subconscious resistance, he tightened his grip, and placed her foot on his thigh.

The figure on the bed moved and said coquettishly, "Cold."

Zhuang Hong's eyes softened, but he still replied in a cold voice, "Now you say it's cold. Why didn't you think it was cold when you were outside in the rain?"