Gong Ting dared not use brute force, fearing her back injury would reopen. She refused to cooperate, he kissed her a few times, but it wasn't working, so he pulled back, panting and staring at her, "If you keep yelling, I'll kiss you until you can't speak."
"You bastard!" Xiao Yu's face turned red with anger. When did this man become such a bully?
Gong Ting got up, lifted her hospital gown, and checked her wound, seeing the brown blood stains just freshly clotted, his brow furrowed, "When did the wound on your back open up?"
Xiao Yu wanted to swat his hand away. Even though she couldn't see her own back, she knew it must look ugly, and she didn't want him to see such an unsightly part of her.
"None of your business."
Gong Ting gritted his teeth; was she determined to argue with him? "If I can't care for you, then who can? Tell me, hmm?"
