When she was tormented by depression, suffering from insomnia every night, it was with this method that he allowed her to fall into a peaceful sleep...
"Your injury..." His movements made Su Xingyue involuntarily open her eyes to look at the wound on his chest.
Although Zhou Yunsheng's gun was specially made, its power was much greater than that of a normal tranquilizer, so he had bled a lot from his chest at that time.
"This little wound will heal by tomorrow." Hearing her concern for his wound, Nan Yuling couldn't help but purse his lips dismissively, speaking with confidence.
To him, such an injury was nothing at all!
Hearing him say this, Su Xingyue was stunned for a couple of seconds before suddenly staring at his face.
That clean face of his suddenly took on a serious expression.
"What's wrong?" Seeing her not sleeping and staring at him, Nan Yuling couldn't help but frown and ask her.
Did he upset her again by his expression?
