"Ouch." Su Junhao let out a light hiss.
Jian Yanyan quickly reached out to soothe his wound, "How is it, did it tear open? Look at you, covered in injuries. Why, why do you still do this?"
"I like it." Su Junhao didn't carry her to the bed but instead brought her to the light's switch, saying to her, "Turn off the light."
Jian Yanyan hurriedly reached out and turned off the light, then climbed onto his neck.
The sudden darkness made Su Junhao unable to adapt for a moment. He stood still for a while, waiting until he adjusted to the light, before carrying her to the bedside.
Moonlight streamed in through the window lattice, spreading across the floor, softly beautiful.
He laid her on the bed, reaching out to grab the bag in her hand containing a thermos and bowl, tossing it onto the sofa beside them.
He climbed into bed himself.
Jian Yanyan didn't dare to get too close to him, afraid of touching his wound.
