"To be precise, it wasn't just a scare; it was a beating." Gu Lan flexed her wrist, a faint smile on her face.
When she smiled, she revealed a row of neat, white teeth, her eyes curved, resembling a well-behaved young boy.
Rong Heng couldn't put into words what he felt; he hadn't expected Gu Lan to be so bold.
This was the Imperial Palace, not the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion of the Gu Family, and Gu Lan was alone.
And it was all for him.
Rong Heng lowered his eyelids, trying hard to ignore the flutter in his heart, gripping the piece of preserved fruit tightly in his palm.
"Brother Hang, where are you hurt? Let me take a look!" Gu Lan leaned closer to him, nearly hanging onto him.
Her nose twitched, sensing a strong scent of blood on Rong Heng.
Rong Heng quickly retreated, his figure vanishing into the darkness instantly: "No need, I am a doctor."
"Doctors can't treat themselves."
"I can."
Fine, Brother Hang was just so cold and distant, untouchable like that—
