The Heir Is Here (3)

When he pushed the door open, the first thought that came to Sheng Yize's mind was: could he tear Qi Yanxi to pieces now?

Even with the thick layer of gauze wrapped around his head, Qi Yanxi still wouldn't lie still. Holding An Xiaxia's hand, he whined, "It hurts… a lot… It's killing me…"

An Xiaxia was shocked by the fact that his grip was still this tight even after he was so severely injured. "Um… could you let go of my hand first…"

"No!" Qi Yanxi cried in exasperation. "No, I won't! If I do that, you'll run away with that bastard Sheng Yize!"

"Um, don't talk about him like that," An Xiaxia said uneasily. Seeing that she was on Sheng Yize's side, Qi Yanxi began to howl again. "Ouch! I'm in so much pain! You've broken my poor heart!"

"Qi Yanxi, knock it off…" An Xiaxia pushed him back down with much difficulty. Grabbing the opportunity, Qi Yanxi pouted his lips. "It hurts. I need a loving kiss to recover!"