Chu Ci changed her shoes at the entrance and went to the living room. She picked up the blanket on the sofa and covered Fu Bin with it, but as soon as she turned around, her wrist was grabbed by a large hand.
Chu Ci's body suddenly tensed: "You're awake."
Fu Bin sat up from the sofa, holding onto Chu Ci's hand without letting go: "I've been really missing you and the baby these past few days."
Upon hearing Fu Bin's words, a sudden warmth surged in Chu Ci's heart.
"How did you get injured on your hand?"
Chu Ci's gaze fell on Fu Bin's hand, her brows furrowing slightly.
When they were abroad, they were truly fighting with knives and guns, so minor injuries were inevitable: "Just a scratch, it's nothing."
Chu Ci withdrew her hand from Fu Bin's palm, walked to the TV cabinet, and bent down to take out the medicine box from the drawer: "How can you get hurt just being on a business trip, did you get into a fight with someone?"
