Lin Jinfang lifted his face and smiled at Cenhuan in his arms, "You still haven't answered my question."
"Don't speak anymore." Cenhuan's hand began to tremble, she could feel the hot dampness spreading in her palm.
Lin Jinfang's face still carried a smile, "Answer my question first."
His voice seemed somewhat weak, but his hand still tightly held Cenhuan in his embrace.
"Don't speak anymore."
Cenhuan's voice unconsciously carried a sob, "Let me see, where exactly are you hurt?"
She dared not struggle now, could only be held by Lin Jinfang. But his back, somewhere, was injured, and he needed to treat the wound quickly.
"You still haven't answered me!"
Lin Jinfang was unwilling to loosen his grip, as if waiting for Cenhuan to answer his question before he would release her.
Cenhuan felt the sticky sensation in her hand becoming clearer, her eyes turned red with urgency.
"What will it take for you to let me see your wound?" Cenhuan asked, her lips trembling, to Lin Jinfang.
