Yan Qingrui bit her lip, not knowing whether she was angry or worried, "Bastard, why don't you say it if you are injured? If I knew you were injured, I wouldn't kick you. What's going on? Didn't you all do well when you came back?"

Shangguan Qianyu naturally did not respond.

Yan Qingrui sat in front of the bed. Her calm heart was extremely uneasy at this moment. She was used to Shangguan Qianyu playing rogue beside her, but she was not used to him lying here suddenly so silently.

She whispered, "I'm sorry, I don't know that you have suffered such a serious injury. Since you are so seriously injured, why don't you recover well? Can I still run away?"

She paused for a moment, stood up with her eyebrows frowned, bent down, and began to take off Shangguan Qianyu's clothes.

The place where she kicked was her stomach, but she didn't know where Shangguan Qianyu's wound was. If it was an internal injury, there might not be any traces on her body, but she still wanted to take a look before she could feel at ease.

Although Yan Qingrui was not used to looking at a man's body at such a close distance, she still gritted her teeth and stripped off his upper clothes.

She still had eight-pack abdominal muscles and did not have any extra fat, but Yan Qingrui had no intention of taking a look. She carefully checked.

There are only two types of internal injuries for a person. One is the shock of the force of the fist and palm, and the other is the injury caused by internal forces that are unable to defeat them.

She had been slapped by Baili Xiufeng. She had a deep understanding of the pain of almost displaced internal organs, but she was not very good at checking internal strength, just trying to find some traces.

No, nothing.

Shangguan Qianyu's chest was smooth and there was no palm print or fist print.

It’s not the chest, is it the back?

Yan Qingrui carefully helped Guan Qianyu sit up, let him lean on him, carefully took off his clothes from his back, and looked at his back from his shoulders.

It is just as smooth, but there are some shallow scars, probably left behind a long time ago. But there is no boxing and palm print that she thought.

It seems that I can't tell you so much, so I will make plans after taking the medicine I caught by Xingyun.

Yan Qingrui subconsciously stroked a scar on his back that was more than an inch long. Although the traces had faded, it must have been less ferocious after treatment, but the injury seemed dangerous. This man, when he was ten years old, his parents died, and he suddenly turned from a pride of heaven to an orphan. In fact, his life experience is pitiful.

Yan Qingrui was about to let Shangguan Qianyu lie down again. At this moment, Shangguan Qianyu was leaning against her, almost embracing her, while Shangguan Qianyu's upper body was still naked. She just wanted to check his wounds, but she didn't care. But at this moment, his body was so hot and summer clothes were so thin, and she seemed to be in his arms, which made her feel uncomfortable.

Although he was so injured that she shouldn't have been scruples about these trivial matters, she knew that Shangguan Qianyu had no worries about his life, and the appearance of the two was really too ambiguous.

However, when she wanted Shangguan Qianyu to lie back on the bed, she felt something was hanging around her waist, and almost led her to pounce on the bed.

When she looked down, she saw that she was Shangguan Qianyu's arms, and she actually hugged her waist.

Yan Qingrui looked up suddenly. Could it be that this guy was not injured and pretended?

Shangguan Qianyu still had his eyes closed and his face was pale. Moreover, when she grabbed his hand, there was no strength in his hand.
Chapter completed!