"Not good, not good, not good!" Su Miaoyan cried her eyes out, with tears rolling down like strings of pearls.
She detested Xiao Yu to the extreme, especially when he reeked of a rusty, bloody stench and insisted on hugging her.
She really couldn't stand him!
"I hate you!"
Su Miaoyan reached out and scratched another bloody mark across Xiao Yu's face.
On the journey to Jiang Du City, she hadn't held back from hitting Xiao Yu at all—it was already the third bloody scratch on his handsome face.
Xiao Yu remained unmoved, only holding her all the tighter, while Su Miaoyan, held in his embrace, cried out in pain, "It hurts so much!"
"Where does it hurt?"
Xiao Yu was extremely anxious about her body.
Mu Qianya stood by, "It must have touched her old wounds again. I'll continue with the moxibustion for her. You'd better...step away for a bit."
