At midnight, after he had his fill, Su Nian was exhausted and still had to call Yang Ming to come and treat his wounds.
It was embarrassing, and not exactly something to be proud of, to have to call a doctor over for such matters.
Yang Ming finished dressing his wounds and spoke for the first time since entering: "If you value your life, you better exercise some restraint."
Shen Hanxiu was lying on the bed, unconcerned.
Su Nian hurriedly helped Yang Ming pack up and respectfully escorted him to the door: "I'm really sorry, Doctor Yang, for troubling you so late at night."
Yang Ming simply said, "Just don't let him do as he pleases."
Su Nian nodded awkwardly: "Yes!"
After sending Yang Ming off, Su Nian's face was still burning hot.
Back in the room, seeing that it was already three o'clock, she yawned, went to the bathroom, utterly exhausted.
Resting on Shen Hanxiu's arm and nestled in his embrace, she hadn't felt this secure in a long time.
