As if sensing her gaze, Shen Chen's tightly furrowed brows twitched slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.
They stared at each other for several seconds. Before he could even react, Xu Su had already grown impatient, forcefully tugging her hand. "Let go of me!"
"Susu!" Shen Chen finally snapped to his senses. He stood and cupped her face, looking extremely emotional. "You're awake! Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
He carefully leaned closer, ignoring her resistance, and pulled her into his arms. He repeatedly kissed her forehead, then, remembering something, reached a hand under the covers to touch her back. "Does the wound on your lower back hurt?"
At his reminder, Xu Su finally remembered that she had been shot in the waist.
She grabbed his wrist, stopping his hand from slipping under her clothes, and carefully felt the area herself. She couldn't even find a scar. Her expression immediately turned to one of confusion. "How long was I unconscious?"
