When Lin Feng, holding Tang Rou's hand and leading Su Zi, entered the private room where Wang Zikai and the others were, he walked in on a scene that made him both want to laugh and sigh.
Wang Zikai and Yi Hongmei were sitting on a soft chair in a dark corner. Wang Zikai was half-reclining, his shirt pulled up, while Yi Hongmei had her head bowed, gently massaging Wang Zikai's injured area...
"Wang Zikai, I never thought you'd be so brave. I misjudged you! I initially thought you were a coward..." Yi Hongmei's voice choked up a little. Full of pity, she gently blew on the raised red welt on Wang Zikai's stomach and asked in an extremely gentle voice, "Your injury looks serious. Does it still hurt?"
"A little bit, but it feels really good when you blow on it, Hongmei. Can you continue blowing on it for me..." Wang Zikai wore a pained expression, deliberately furrowing his brow, but the joy in his eyes couldn't deceive anyone.
