Her heart was heavily struck by something, and something unspeakable surged up inside her. Biting her lower lip, she finally shoved his shoulder away fiercely:
"Si Yuheng, prepare to die!"
She said, jumping out of bed, swinging the door of the ward open, and hurriedly fleeing.
On the hospital bed, Si Yuheng clutched his left shoulder in pain, muttering a curse: "F-UCK..."
Though cursing, the tight frown on his face slowly relaxed, and he managed to pull out a satisfied smile at the corner of his lips.
At the moment Sweetheart jumped off the bed, he saw with his own eyes the blush rising on her cheeks.
As the door moved, a subordinate who had just seen Liang Anya leave entered: "Hall Master..."
"What's going on?" Si Yuheng, seeing the subordinate hesitating to speak, frowned.
