"The hell I want to look at you, I'm afraid I might get sty in my eye." Ye Lingyue twisted her head away awkwardly.
"Don't say one thing but mean another, little woman. This lord is hungry, so bring me something to eat and drink." Wu Zhong spoke with a commanding tone.
He was actually telling the truth this time, not only was he hungry, but so was Ye Lingyue.
"Why should I? I'm not your maid." Ye Lingyue bristled.
This man, truly shameless. Had she known earlier, she wouldn't have been so kind-hearted to treat his injury and might as well have let him suffer in pain.
Wu Zhong lifted his eyelids and glanced at his hand.
His hand, due to the burns from the Nirvana Fire, was skin cracked, and despite Ye Lingyue's treatment, the wound was still severe. He couldn't touch water or exert himself for the past few days.
