What Happens in the Snowfield... (2)

"Huh? Right!" Feng Wu's face lit up.

Face dark, Jun Linyuan crouched down in front of Feng Wu.

He reached out toward Feng Wu's heart with his slender fingers.

Feng Wu reacted instinctively.

Covering her chest with both hands, she stared at Jun Linyuan, alarmed. "Excuse me?!"

The look on his face was indifferent. "You don't want to be treated, then?"

"I… I can do it myself."

Jun Linyuan snorted. "The beast's claws pierced all the way through from your shoulder blade. Are you going to treat that all by yourself?"

Feng Wu hesitated. "But…"

Darting an arrogant glance at Feng Wu's chest, Jun Linyuan rose to his feet.

"Are – are you leaving?" Feng Wu's stomach lurched.

The guy kept silent.

Feng Wu sighed inwardly.

It seemed that Jun Linyuan had lost his patience… He had every right to. Right now, she was a burden, and one that wouldn't leave him alone.