Long Jing was all too familiar with the look in Yu Qianmo's eyes. The first time Yu Qianmo saw him, it was with that same amazed look, as if she wanted to swallow him whole, unable to contain her thirst.
It was rare that she still remembered him, yet she only remembered his appearance, having forgotten even his name.
Long Jing intensified the force in his hand and said heartlessly, "What difference does it make if he wakes up or not? What has it to do with you?"
With that, he forcefully flung Yu Qianmo's hand aside, pushing her back several steps with the strength.
Yu Qianmo glared at Long Jing. If her spiritual power wasn't sealed, she would have wanted to slap this eccentric man to death. Then Yu Qianmo saw Mu Qian following closely behind Long Jing, and immediately ran over to him.
"Qian'er, are you all right? Let Auntie have a look at you."
