"Affect your movements? Are you planning to go to a mountain of blades or a sea of fire?" Jiang Yao was so angry that she wanted to pour salt on his wound to make him suffer a little.
A rough man would always be a wild man—he did not know how to cherish his body at all. She had told him not to let his wound get wet. He had agreed to it verbally, but his actions were another matter.
"Yaoyao, didn't we say last time that if I passed the test, you would listen to me for the whole day?" Lu Xingzhi could never say no to Jiang Yao, who wanted to apply medicine on him. So he did not resist her. He gave her his arm and turned his head sideways—he looked at her leisurely.