Nangong Xuan was filled with hatred, but ironically, he had nowhere else to go but to her place because his second uncle's men were surely waiting outside, and leaving would mean danger for him.
He sighed resignedly, bit into the gauze again, and closed his eyes.
For some reason, whether it was his calmness that somehow eased Lu Xinyun's heart, she watched him for a while, then put down her bag and started to move...
Moments later, Nangong Xuan heard Lu Xinyun's voice, as if she had made some important decision, "I'm going to start now, you need to hold on and not speak; otherwise, I might hurt you."
Nangong Xuan, with his eyes tightly shut, couldn't help but hear such a sentence and wanted to laugh. Bullet extraction without anesthesia, painless?
He really didn't believe it.
