"You're coughing up blood, and you call that fine! Are you trying to worry me to death, gege?"
Qi Wu looked at Chu Qingjiu, hurt and distressed.
The moment Chu Qingjiu opened his eyes, he saw Qi Wu looking at him with tears in his eyes, his face full of hurt and concern. That little expression left Chu Qingjiu utterly defenseless.
He couldn't bear to see Qi Wu cry, nor could he bear to have Qi Wu look at him with such a pitiful, wounded expression.
They were clearly still fighting and giving each other the cold shoulder, yet his injury had made them this close again.
Chu Qingjiu pursed his lips, looking cool and innocent.
Only after a long while did Chu Qingjiu say softly, "...I didn't think I'd get hurt."
He sounded remarkably justified.
Qi Wu let out a scoff, so angry with Chu Qingjiu that he laughed.
As punishment, he bit Chu Qingjiu's lip. A faint sting immediately shot from his lip to his brain, making Chu Qingjiu hiss.
Qi Wu licked the spot, half coaxing and half complaining, looking just like a bristling puppy.
"Serves you right! Hmph!"
So cute.
Chu Qingjiu blinked. Compared with his earlier cool indifference, his gaze was now tender beyond measure.
The others could only go check on the unconscious Zhang Shan first. Chu Qingjiu clearly didn't need them meddling-the young couple was busy being sweet together.
Zhang Shan was unconscious, but all the eyes on his body had vanished. This proved that Chu Qingjiu's method had indeed worked, though it had taken a toll on his body.
Looking at Zhang Shan's tightly closed eyes, Lin Ran said, "Should we get him settled somewhere first?"
"Sure, let's take him back to his room. What was his room number again?"
Gu Yanze