Injured

"Perfect. Time for some alone time."

Jiang Danhe laughed after saying that. Suddenly, there was a tug on his shoulder. His breathing stopped and he rubbed it quietly.

Xiaoguo was about to tease him when she suddenly saw his actions. She said solemnly, "Take off your clothes!"

Last night, it was dark and she couldn't see clearly, but she felt that something was amiss in the morning. His face wasn't rosy at all and he looked like he was seriously ill. Before she could notice anything, the other party had covered it up.

"It's still a bit early for this, isn't it?" Jiang Danhe deliberately interrupted.

Seeing that he wasn't moving, Xiaoguo got up and went to his side to tug at his clothes.

"Xiaoguo, Xiaoguo, listen to me. It's not good, it's really not good. It's ridiculous in broad daylight, Xiaoguo…"

"Shut up!"