Really afraid Yu Xiuzhun might forcibly make her drink another bowl of soup. If he doesn't get stuffed to death, Ye Mingmei will end up stuffing herself to death.
Finally managed to get through the meal, and just when Ye Mingmei was about to slip away, Yu Xiuzhun noticed her.
"I'm going back to my room to apply medicine."
Ye Mingmei, feeling anxious, casually made up an excuse.
Once she spoke, she distinctly sensed Yu Xiuzhun's gaze darken slightly, fixing intently on her cheek.
Ye Mingmei hesitated, instinctively reaching up to touch her face.
The concussion didn't cause major effects, but the bruise on her left cheek hadn't faded yet.
The mark was much lighter but still very noticeable.
"Actually, it's much better now, it doesn't hurt anymore." Ye Mingmei, unsure why, suddenly explained.
Turning around, prepared to return to her room, she was unexpectedly picked up by Yu Xiuzhun.
He strode into the bedroom.
