Lily hugged his neck tightly, "I just didn't want to tell you until I was sure you weren't mad at me, that you wouldn't ignore me."
Mu Feng really couldn't bear it; he lifted her onto his lap, "You, you've almost worried me to death. Aren't you listening to me anymore? I told you to stay put in the hospital, yet you dared to knock me out and run away. Do you realize you were wrong?"
Lily felt that she hadn't done anything wrong, but at this time, she dared not anger Mu Feng.
His cold face just a moment ago, not speaking to her, it felt terrifying.
She nodded, "Then… then I was wrong, okay?"
Mu Feng held her hand, slowly unbuttoning her buttons, "Let me see if the wound is infected."
Lily lay on the couch to let Mu Feng inspect her.
Her doll-like face had a well-developed chest.
This woman, as if born to be a siren, always tempting him.
Mu Feng saw that the wound was okay, not torn open, nor infected.
