The night breeze gently lifted the window screen.
The light inside the study was bright yet gentle.
Tang Xi stared at the man's back in shock, her mouth slightly agape.
She had never imagined that Fu Tingzhou's injury would be so severe; his back was already a mass of bruises, the serious wounds seeping blood had crusted over, no wonder he had a high fever. Was there anyone in this world capable of hurting him?
To have injured Fu Tingzhou to such an extent, Tang Xi could hardly dare to imagine the identity of the other party.
After giving the wound a simple treatment, Tang Xi, with her professional medical professionalism, said, "You need to take care to rest well, don't overexert yourself for the time being, and if you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital as soon as possible."
Before she could finish her words, Fu Tingzhou kissed her.
"Mhm—" Tang Xi's pupils trembled slightly.
Fu Tingzhou's hand pinched her waist and pressed her down onto the sofa.
