When Shan Mingxu held Fu Sheng horizontally, he felt quite uneasy.
Fu Sheng was not short, standing at a tall 1.67 meters, but the weight he held in his arms was unbearably light.
She wasn't exactly skin and bones, but she was indeed thin to the point of looking unwell, thin enough... to make Young Master Shan truly displeased.
After all, the military hospital was just a hospital; taking care of a patient's injuries wasn't an issue, but without someone specifically attending to her, her nutrition was always lacking.
With arms like slender bamboo poles wrapped around his neck, Fu Sheng looked at him with undisguised fascination in her eyes.
She seemed completely unaware of the meaning of "modesty," or how dangerous it was for a woman to look at a man like that...
Or perhaps she knew, and she was just playing with fire.
Shan Mingxu knew next to nothing about this woman.
When he "picked" her up, he even once suspected that she was a spy or a mercenary of some sort.
