Leng Youchen sneered lightly, coldly saying, "It's not like I haven't seen it before, why the pretense?"
Wei Anning's cheeks flushed. The last time they parted on bad terms, and this time she had made another mistake. Even if his words were laced with thorns, she had to endure it.
Without a word, she turned and walked into the wardrobe. After putting on her clothes, she saw Leng Youchen standing by the floor-to-ceiling window smoking, his back bloodied, blood droplets rolling down onto the bath towel, dyeing it a bright red.
She was startled, quickly walking over, "Leng Youchen, you're injured so badly, taking a bath instead of going to the hospital, do you want to die?"
Leng Youchen looked down at her anxious expression, his eyes becoming even colder, "Do you care?"
"Of course I care!" Wei Anning said angrily, snatching the cigarette from his hand and tossing it into the crystal ashtray, then pulling him over to the tatami, speaking in a deep voice, "Lie down!"
