Gone
Editor: Atlas Studios
Xiao Ying took a few steps back. If she had not grabbed the cabinet by the side in time, she might have fallen to the ground.
Long Ming opened his eyes immediately, his eyes bloodshot. "I told you to scram!"
He thought it was Mo Tian or the accompanying doctor.
Xiao Ying looked at Long Ming. He was not completely awake and his well-defined face was unusually red. He looked like a paper tiger and did not have his usual dignity and coldness.
"The high and mighty King is actually afraid of injections and medicine?"
Hearing the woman's teasing voice, Long Ming froze. His deep and cold eyes were like sharp swords as they swept toward Xiao Ying.
"Why are you here?" His voice was extremely hoarse.
Xiao Ying stood by the bed again, a cold smile on her lips as she stared at his abnormally red face. "I came to see how seriously ill you are. Why am I still a little happy to see you not taking medicine or injections?"