Su Weiyi hung up the phone and came back to see Sheng Yanxiao still quietly lying down, while Si Nian had a slight smile on his face. Su Weiyi returned the phone to him, and Si Nian took it and casually put it in his pocket before speaking, "Su Goddess, you haven’t had dinner yet either, right? I’ll go and get you something to eat. You stay here and watch him; Brother Xiao is never well-behaved, you have to keep a good watch on him."

With that said, Si Nian began to hum a tune and strode out.

Su Weiyi had no intention of figuring out why Si Nian was in such a good mood. She sat down by the bedside, glanced at Sheng Yanxiao’s shoulder still wrapped in gauze, and then at his pale face, "It hurts a lot, doesn’t it?"

Sheng Yanxiao curled his lips, not pretending to be strong, and nodded, "Yes, it hurts."

Su Weiyi felt a surge of heat in her eyes, she clenched her teeth to hold back, "I’m sorry."

Sheng Yanxiao laughed again, just about to say something when he suddenly felt a wet sensation on his fingertips, and his smile froze.

Su Weiyi lowered her head, her long eyelashes covered her dark eyes, making it hard to see clearly.

But now... was she crying?

The tear spread along the lines of his finger, and Sheng Yanxiao’s heart was tugged forcefully by her single tear.

What’s the pain in the shoulder compared to this sharp pain in the heart at this moment?

Sheng Yanxiao swallowed his saliva, his Adam’s apple moved up and down, gripping his hand a bit tighter, causing pain in his shoulder that drilled into his heart.

Yet his face showed no reaction, suppressing the turmoil in his chest, Sheng Yanxiao lowered his voice, "Si Nian said you wanted to see me that day?"

Su Weiyi pursed her lips and took a deep breath to calm herself, "These things, I’ll tell you when you’re better."

In Su Weiyi’s eyes, nothing was more important than Sheng Yanxiao recovering from his injury. Although his wound wasn’t life-threatening, the pain was enough to bear.

But Sheng Yanxiao clearly didn’t agree; he stared at Su Weiyi, his gaze deep and intense, "No, say it now."

Meeting his eyes, Su Weiyi’s gaze faltered under his burning stare, her long eyelashes drooped again, biting her lip tightly, "Sorry, I really don’t want to talk now; my mind is in a mess. Please wait until I calm down... mm..."

Before Su Weiyi could finish speaking, her chin was suddenly lifted, and in the next instant, Sheng Yanxiao’s lips pressed against hers, unlike the softness remembered, a bit dry, his lips were peeling, prickly.

Su Weiyi stood frozen, while Sheng Yanxiao quickly retreated. He needed complete rest, but with such a struggle, Sheng Yanxiao distinctly felt the wound seemed to have reopened, causing cold sweat to instantly bead his forehead and back.

Yet he couldn’t wait; when it comes to breaking down the opponent’s psychological defense line to the last second, if he backs down, all previous efforts would be in vain.

Su Weiyi at this moment was clearly at the final moment.

Sheng Yanxiao couldn’t care about the intense pain in his body; he looked at her fixedly, and Su Weiyi certainly noticed the abnormality in Sheng Yanxiao.

"You can’t move; I’ll get the doctor," she said.

Sheng Yanxiao grasped her hand, "Tell me, what do you want to say to me? Otherwise, I’ll let you go, and if you move recklessly, my wound will be torn again."

"You..."

Su Weiyi felt a bit of anger; is there anyone who doesn’t care about their own body?

But looking at Sheng Yanxiao’s appearance, Su Weiyi also knew he wasn’t joking.

If she didn’t speak, he truly wouldn’t let go.