Ning Xueyan involuntarily touched his high nose, but when she touched him, her hand was suddenly grabbed. He opened his eyes, which sparkled with a cold and bloodthirsty light. When he saw that it was Ning Xueyan, he loosened his grip and touched his forehead. "How long have I slept?" He asked hoarsely.

"It's only for a while." Ning Xueyan touched her sore hand and said gloomily.

"Does it hurt?" He loosened his grip on her waist and reached out a big hand to massage ...