Song Jiaqi turned around, and after seeing who was standing there, she recoiled in fear.
But she forgot that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, already close to falling. This move meant that the person on the other side of the bed couldn't help her. He just watched her drop to the floor with a heavy "thud".
"Ah...."
Caught off guard, she landed with her palm on the floor. Her butt didn't hurt much, but the palm that had been cut by a fruit knife the previous night stung slightly.
She quickly realized that her hand had been treated, wrapped in a layer of medical gauze.
"Ouch..." The man winced. "I saved you once and still you remain careless."
"Ye...Ye..." Song Jiaqi sat on the floor, staring blankly at the person across her bed, almost too stunned to speak, "Ye Yang!"
It was actually Ye Yang!!
She had slept with the national heartthrob Ye Yang!
