The Scheming Little Bun

Su Xiaoxiao leaned gently on his chest and listened to his gradually recovering heart. She asked in a low voice, "Are they not good?"

He inserted his fingertips into her hair and stroked her hair. He said weakly, "Young Master Liu… likes to gamble. Minister Zhang's son is… lecherous. That widower butcher… Do you think it's not enough to be a stepmother to three brats?"

Su Xiaoxiao muttered, "How do you know so much?"

Wei Ting sneered weakly. "Heh."

Look, this person was already so injured, but he was still so arrogant.

Su Xiaoxiao wanted to get up and check on him, but he pressed her down weakly and domineeringly.

"Don't move," he said.

"Oh." Su Xiaoxiao obediently lay on his chest, not daring to use too much strength, afraid that she would affect his injuries.

"We got the armor back," she said. "And the red tassel gun."