"It's fine." He took a deep breath and smiled, "Hearing you say that takes away all the pain."
"Lie down quickly, and stop moving around."
Ruan Tianling gently lay down, and Jian Yufei pulled out a tissue to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
"Behave yourself these next couple of days. If the wound worsens again, I won't care about you anymore," she said irritably.
Ruan Tianling nodded, "I'll make sure to recover properly. Yufei, you really didn't agree to his terms, did you?"
"And what if I did?"
A flicker of hostility flashed in Ruan Tianling's eyes: "If you did, I'd lock you up immediately and make sure you don't have a chance to escape!"
Jian Yufei's fingertips trembled slightly: "So we're just going to ignore Ansel's life?"
