Song Qiao remained still, looking down at the man's arms that were wrapped around her waist. She had just been bumped from behind by the man, causing a bit of pain, which made her slightly furrow her brows and speak out, "Lu Jingchen, my back is still injured, are you trying to torture me to death?"
Lu Jingchen stiffened, and immediately let go of her the next second, but he still held onto her arm to prevent her from leaving straight away, speaking with a bit of urgency, "Is something wrong? Sorry, I forgot just now."
Song Qiao's brows furrowed deeper, although the pain made her feel like crying, her face remained fairly calm as she spoke lightly, "It's nothing."
Xi Mohan slightly frowned, looking at the man who had just removed his IV, his face bearing a ferocious aura, yet he spoke, "If you two spouses plan on displaying affection here, Jingchen, I suggest you consider carefully. If your wound splits open, you might not survive."
