A wave of alcohol hit her as Gu Beicheng had already arrived by the bedside.
His breath was fierce and came swiftly, causing Xia Yinian to unconsciously fall backward.
But Gu Beicheng showed no intention of letting her go; he propped his hands on the bed and leaned towards her.
The further she retreated, the closer he leaned in.
"Be careful with her injury on the waist."
Dropping just that line, Feng Yan casually hung the towel back in its place and turned to leave.
When the door was closed again, everything in the room, aside from the still-swirling towel, seemed to come to a standstill.
He was very angry, not a hint of joking. Was it because she left him alone and went away?
Xia Yinian's skin had already been scorched by Gu Beicheng's fervent breath; how could she possibly think straight?
His angry face was terrifying; maybe, she would never forget it for the rest of her life.
What on earth did he want to do? Who could come to save her?
