Su Yan pulled Ye Biao back onto the bed.
She put away her firearms.
"Rest well."
As she spoke, the thick scent of blood permeated the room.
Soon, the outside noise ceased.
She then planned to leave.
Little did she know that he would tightly grasp the sleeve of her clothing, refusing to let go.
She blinked, glancing at her wrist which was tightly clutched.
"Is there something else?"
Her indifferent voice, paired with such a stern and icy face,
only made one feel suppressed and unable to speak.
Ye Bing's lips were pale as he opened his mouth, seemingly a bit nervous.
"I, I, want to be with you."
As he spoke, his voice grew quieter and quieter.
Bowing his head, he looked very helpless.
Su Yan seriously considered his request.
"You're physically weak and haven't met the qualified standard needing recuperation. I have work to do; I can't possibly stay in the hospital with you all the time."
Ye Bing's body stiffened for a moment, he muttered softly,
"En, I, I understand."
