Thinking that Jian Xi had fallen asleep, Nan Mufeng gently got out of bed and draped a blanket over her.
Then he sat beside her, watching her as he began to seriously consider: Did his career and love, in the end, conflict?
It was at this moment that someone knocked on the door.
"Knock knock!"
Jian Xi immediately woke up with a start, sitting up swiftly: "Who is it?"
Seeing Nan Mufeng by her side, she kicked out furiously: "Do you have a death wish?"
The kick was forceful, utterly merciless.
Nan Mufeng hastily dodged, avoiding her shadowless kick: "I was afraid you'd catch a cold..."
"Nan Mufeng, if you keep this up, I'm going to break up with you!" Jian Xi ground her teeth in anger.
As soon as the doctor unwrapped the bandages on his body, she could tell. Gunshot wounds mingled with knife wounds. He must have experienced a life-and-death struggle yesterday.