When Wan Jinlun heard her words, he knew he could come in.
He checked the time; it was only 3 AM, still hours away from dawn.
He sat down beside her and saw Feng Shiyan's still pale face, "Shiyan, I'm sorry for causing you to get hurt, and I couldn't even take care of you properly."
He was genuinely apologizing to her. If he hadn't looked earlier, he wouldn't have known she was hurt this badly.
The blood had seeped through, staining the gauze. Imagine how much it must hurt?
Just as Feng Shiyan was about to mock him for shedding crocodile tears, suddenly a growling sound echoed.
In that room, it was just the two of them, and it was midnight, so it was naturally very quiet.
At that moment, Feng Shiyan wished she could die from embarrassment; it was humiliating.
Could it be that Wan Jinlun was born to torment her?
This time, Wan Jinlun absolutely did not laugh. She was hurt like this and it was partly his fault. If he laughed now, he wouldn't be human.
"Are you hungry?"
