Su Yingxue unconsciously walked towards him, seemingly instinctively reaching out to touch his pulse, "Your injury..."
"Do not touch Your Highness!" Chu Yihan's handsome brows twisted fiercely, as though harboring a vengeance against Su Yingxue that was too deep to reconcile.
Su Yingxue sheepishly retracted her hand, "I just wanted to check your pulse. You're injured, you look pale, and if it's not treated soon, your life could be in danger..."
"Even if Your Highness dies, you shall not take liberties with me!"
Every word Chu Yihan uttered was accompanied by the heaving of his chest, and his complexion grew increasingly pale.
The hatred in his eyes for Su Yingxue reached an unprecedented level. Su Yingxue never thought she could be such a detestable person.
