Send Him a Female Slave at Night

Chu Yihan shot him a sharp glance. "I was asking about the female slave from just now."

"I was referring to the female slave. The one who attends to you daily is never the same person. There's no need to be fixated. But given your current condition, you might not be able to have a female slave. Let's change your dressing first," Chu Yifeng kindly advised, patting his shoulder.

Chu Yihan pushed his hand away in disgust.

Although he complied by lying on the bed, allowing Chu Yifeng to change his dressing, he remained unresponsive to Chu Yifeng's attempts at conversation.

When Chu Yifeng asked if the wound hurt or if there was any sensation, he dismissed it all as nonsense.

Chu Yifeng shook his head. "You're still as uninteresting as ever."

Even Rong Sheng, who was usually reserved, could be forced to cry, but Chu Yihan remained impassive as if nothing could penetrate his demeanor.