Rong Ling was originally planning to use this opportunity to teach Feng Qing a lesson, but before he could finish speaking, he was cut off, his face turning black with anger. The woman before him seemed completely oblivious, raising her hand to help him undress, saying, "Prince, bend your body a bit. I can't reach; it's hard to help you disrobe."
Rong Ling, with a grim expression, mocked coldly, "You're short, is that my fault?"
This time it was Feng Qing's turn to look displeased. Ha, even this mere patient dared to spar with her.
She extended her hand unceremoniously, grabbing Rong Ling's clothes and forcefully helped him take off his outer garment.
As she tugged, Rong Ling's body swayed, nearly toppling over. His face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, breathing heavily.
"Feng Qing, you think just because I'm sick, I can't deal with you."
