Ye Lu looked at the door that was swinging because of the impact, a slight smirk forming at the corner of her mouth, a cold laugh escaping her lips. Competing with her for a man? It wouldn't be so easy.
Then she walked up to the hospital bed of Third Young Master Jun, whose face was pale as iron and whose facial muscles twitched.
She slowly bent down, her slender hands bracing against his shoulders, enveloping him, who lay in the hospital bed, in her shadow.
That posture was like that of a playboy in the movies, teasing an innocent girl.
Being unexpectedly subdued like this, Third Young Master Jun's stern face turned ugly, his eyes narrowed dangerously, flashing a fierce light.
"Do you still have the energy to do this kind of thing?" she hummed.
Third Young Master Jun coldly replied, "What do you want to do?"
