Jiang Ning managed to suppress her cough, took a sip of water, and slowly said, "No matter who that person is, he intented to kill me."
"Oh?"
"Gulin said that my heart is slightly deviated." Jiang Ning raised her hand, pointing to the spot on her chest where her heart lay, and then to her heart, "Most people have it there, but mine is here. Therefore, that arrow didn't hit my heart, but injured my lungs."
Li Hongyuan was stunned. He put his palm on the spot of her heart, and murmured, "You are off-center, which is really good."
Jiang Ning pushed his arm: "Where are you putting your hand?"
Li Hongyuan came to his senses, feeling the softness beneath his touch. His handsome face turned a small shade redder, and he put his hand down awkwardly, "I didn't have those intentions."
"Really not?"
Ever since Jiang Ning was injured, they had not been intimate with each other.
To say he didn't desire her would be a lie.
Yet, Li Hongyuan was not a man who indulged in carnal desires.