Before long, Su Jing returned to the boat with that small box, knelt in front of Fang Geyu, and began to lift her skirt to examine the injuries on her leg.
Fang Geyu, like a startled wild cat, was about to jump up with her hands bracing against the soft couch.
Su Jing, with one hand naturally lifting the long skirt and the other swiftly grabbing her wrist, spoke in a tone of serious reprimand.
She said, "Fang Geyu, don't move," with an underlying hint of anger.
Fang Geyu stood as if struck by lightning, eyes wide as she stared at the woman squatting before her.
Then, somewhat shamefully, her shoulders shrugged, and she let out a burp.
It was a burp she was literally scared into.
She wasn't like Li Jiujiu, that coward, and didn't have such an intense fear of Su Jing.
But being called by her full name, "Fang Geyu," really gave her a fright.
There weren't many who called her by her full name, as the use of one's given name typically conveyed an impolite and distant feeling.
