Xiao Yu met his deep gaze, and her heart skipped a beat, knowing he must have noticed her injury. She pressed her lips together and slowly walked over to place the thermos on the bedside.
She smiled at him, trying to please, "You're awake, and I just bought some porridge. Do you want to have some now?"
Gong Ting did not look at her; his sharp gaze swept toward Morin. Morin immediately stepped back consciously, "Miss Su, I have things to attend to. I'll leave the young master in your care."
After saying that, he quickly slipped away.
Xiao Yu: "..."
Once Morin left, the atmosphere in the ward clearly quieted down. She felt uncomfortable under the man's gaze and raised her hand to brush her hair behind her ear, bending over to serve the porridge.
Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed by the man. He stared at her without blinking, "Where are you hurt?"
