Luo Qingtong suddenly leaped up and rushed to Ye Qianming's side in an instant.
Ignoring the man's outstretched hand, she looked at Ye Qianming, reached out and pushed him onto the bed.
"Luo Qi!"
Seeing her actions, Ye Qianming's forehead vein popped as he was about to flip over and rise.
Suddenly, Luo Qingtong leaned down, her lips slightly curved, whispering in his ear: "Don't move."
"I've been injured, adding more injuries wouldn't be good."
As soon as her words came out, Ye Qianming's movements halted instantly.
"You got hurt?"
He looked at the girl and momentarily set aside her audacious behavior, flipped his hand over and grabbed her wrist, channeling his own breath into her.
Luo Qingtong smiled at his action, the curve of her lips rising even more.
"It's alright, I just rushed my breakthrough too quickly, damaging my meridians. It should heal in a few days."
