Chapter 820 - 818: No Need to Be Polite
At this moment, Lu Tingli was both pained and self-blaming, annoyed, and furious, wishing he could tear the assassin into a thousand pieces, then whip the corpse, and finally feed it to the dogs.
"Quick, let me see your wound," the man urgently said, foregoing all manners as he started feeling around on her body.
Accidentally, he touched where he shouldn’t have.
Soft, and bulging.
He inevitably stiffened, subconsciously lifting his gaze to look at her.
The girl’s face flushed with shame and anger, her stunningly gorgeous face utterly darkened, teeth gritted as she glared fiercely at his wandering hand.
"Lu Tingli!" she growled lowly, like a fierce little wolf cub.
"Sorry," Lu Tingli quickly retracted his hand, but he was still worried about her: "Hurry and tell me, where exactly are you hurt?"
As Xia Ningxing was lighting the candle, she nonchalantly told him: "I’m not injured and there was no assassin."
"Still being stubborn about being unhurt, look at all the blood on you..." As the dim candlelight slowly brightened, Lu Tingli saw that the back of Xia Ningxing’s pajamas were covered in blood.
Large patches of blood.