"Jian Xi, does your mouth get itchy if you don't mention divorce for a single day?"
"Si Yuhuan, I'm warning you, don't lay a finger on me. I'm a patient."
Jian Xi felt a bit scared. She shouldn't have provoked the devil. In this villa, no one would be around to collect her corpse.
Si Yuhuan was slowly closing in.
Jian Xi kept backing away.
"Hey, what do you want to do?"
He's not holding a weapon in his hand, is he?
Jian Xi wanted to call the housekeeper, but Si Yuhuan took an ice pack from the plastic bag and pressed it directly onto her face.
"Does this feel a bit better?"
Huh?
Jian Xi froze, her blood feeling like it had congealed.
"Si Yuhuan, are you having a fit?"
His recent changes were just too much for her to take in.
"You were hurt because of me. I'm not so heartless as to leave you alone."
So that was it.
Jian Xi knew he wasn't that kind-hearted.
However, the ice pack on the wound did indeed make it feel a bit better.
