"I dressed your wound, but you were unconscious then. It's normal that you don't remember," the blue-eyed man didn't argue with her but caught the way she sneaked a glance at Bo Fengheng, and teased directly, "What? Got a spring fever?"
"..." Mu Yin stiffened, quickly cleared his throat in denial, "Don't talk nonsense, we're all men."
"Men?" The blue-eyed man looked at her with a profound smile, "Are you sure about that?"
Mu Yin's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't discovered anything, had he?
Dressing the wound...
Mu Yin's eyelid twitched, and his heart raced.
He knew the girl the man was referring to must be Chi Ying without a doubt. The words he wanted to ask about her situation almost slipped out but he swallowed them back, "Uh..."
