Before Ren Ningyue's words even finished, Ye Tianfan felt a tangible killing intent rush towards him. Originally, Ren Ningyue's skin was as cold as a corpse, with no heartbeat or pulse. Now, the killing intent emanating from such close proximity was truly chilling.
Even Ye Tianfan couldn't help but swallow hard, secretly thankful he hadn't undone the buttons on Ren Ningyue's clothes, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"I saw you were so seriously injured and wanted to check your wound," Ye Tianfan said truthfully. But in this situation, it was hard to convince anyone, especially as Ye Tianfan had one hand on Ren Ningyue's slender waist and the other on her left chest.
