697 gold medals for you, you belong to me _1

Su Luo was originally quite anxious, but his attitude had her puzzled.

She opened her mouth wide, pointing at the vibrant man, who had just lifted the curtain of the carriage and was looking outside: "You... you're okay?"

"I've told you it's a minor injury!"

Su Luo clenched her fist and hit the man on the shoulder: "Then what was with you pretending to be at death's door just now? You scared me half to death, if you dare do that again, I'll have your life!"

This wasn't the first time Jiang Shu had been injured in front of her.

He had once been stabbed while saving Su Luo.

But with their feelings deepening, Su Luo became anxious at even slight disturbances on Jiang Shu's body.

She feared that she might be left a widow.

That's why she was particularly angry with Jiang Shu's earlier behavior.

She didn't hold back as she punched, hitting directly on Jiang Shu's wound.

Jiang Shu let out a pained groan: "Su Luo, are you trying to murder your husband?"