Richard's eyes darkened, and the needle in his hand unmercifully pierced around Louis's wound.
Louis's eyebrows twitched sharply.
Even though he could endure, it didn't mean he didn't feel pain...
"Keep getting so close with her, she'll be targeted."
Upon hearing this, Louis didn't immediately respond, a sharp look flashed in the corner of his eyes.
"I'm afraid she's already been targeted."
Richard glanced at him, stayed silent for a moment, and ultimately didn't continue talking.
After the wound was stitched up, Louis directly got off the ground, Richard paused his steps, frowning at him.
Seeing this, Louis raised an eyebrow, then looked at his own leg, laughed out loud, and returned to the bed.
Sure enough, Richard's frown relaxed, and he headed for the door.
"I'll give you a spool of thread later," he said to the man's back.
Richard kept walking to the door and opened it.
