Ye Xiaoyu didn't dare to struggle at all, only the slight trembling of her body in his arms proved that she was still afraid of him.
Anjue's words did not bring her any sense of security. Before she could react, she heard him say, "If I'm this rough again next time, I'll definitely make sure you take some medicine."
Ye Xiaoyu's face turned pale instantly.
Anjue seemed oblivious to her discomfort and said to her, "You've been asleep for a long time, you must be hungry. Let me hold you up to eat something."
Ye Xiaoyu quickly pushed him away, "I can do it myself."
But Anjue had already bundled her up and lifted her.
He wrapped her in a blanket and carried her downstairs.
Ye Xiaoyu wasn't wearing anything, she didn't dare struggle, afraid the sheet would slip.
There were guards at the door, and she definitely didn't want to expose herself.
Moreover, her body now, with just a movement, felt like it was tearing apart.
It was really painful.
