"Um..." Jiang Lin's forehead began to sweat. He hurriedly covered her with the quilt, then backed away several steps. "If I said I was only worried you'd catch cold and wanted to cover you with the quilt, would you believe me, miss?"
Leng Bingqing glanced at the thin quilt over her shoulder, then looked at Jiang Lin again. The faintly surging sword qi slowly dissipated throughout the room.
It seemed that Leng Bingqing had believed Jiang Lin's load of crap.
"How are your injuries?" Leng Bingqing changed the subject, which meant she was letting the little incident slide.
"I'm fine... Cough, cough, cough..."
After saying only two words, Jiang Lin's thoughts turned, and he covered his mouth and began coughing violently.
With his pale complexion, and considering that Jiang Lin had been injured because of her, any woman would surely feel at least a little guilty.
If things were more serious, and the other party hadn't been Leng Bingqing, she probably would have offered herself to him.
Of course, offering oneself to someone depended on the person. Jiang Lin was fairly good-looking, after all. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been "I'll repay your great kindness in my next life," but rather, "I'll repay the hero's great kindness in my next life"...
Seeing Jiang Lin cough, Leng Bingqing indeed felt a little guilty.
"Rest properly and heal your injuries. Don't go outside during this period." Leng Bingqing spread the quilt back over the bed, then looked at Jiang Lin and patted the mattress with one hand.
Jiang Lin was stunned for a moment, but he quickly understood. He walked over and lay back down on the bed.
He just didn't know why, but Jiang Lin always had a strange feeling.
After Jiang Lin got into bed, Leng Bingqing rose from it and