The silver needle was inserted into the acupuncture point, and Fu Xiao took out a book to read while waiting. He closed his eyes quietly, feeling the faint sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance in the room.

Especially when he thought that he was actually sleeping in her bed now, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slowly.

After about twenty minutes, Fu Xiao took out the needle and said calmly, "You are seriously injured this time. You need to take good care of yourself for a while."

Shen Xingzhou leaned against the head of the bed, looked at her and said, “I know.”

"By the way, the third son of the Pang family came here once, and his expression was different when he mentioned you."

Upon hearing this, Shen Xingzhou was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, “My death will be good for the Pang family, he probably doesn’t want me to live.”

Fu Xiao nodded casually, "You can't use force for at least three months, so take care of yourself."

"You've recovered well. You'll be able to get out of bed and do some simple activities tomorrow. Do you need me to notify the An family?"

Shen Xingzhou shook his head, "No need."

"I'll go back when I'm better. The An family won't be in chaos for the time being."

Fu Xiao asked: "Pang Siyuan should be suspicious of your identity, aren't you afraid that the An family will find out?"

Shen Xingzhou's eyes sank slightly, but he still smiled at her and explained, "There is no problem with my identity."

"Even if they knew that I knew you and that I was Shen Xingzhou, it would not change An Heng's identity, because An Heng is already inland,"

Fu Xiao nodded in understanding.

Shen Xingzhou looked at Fu Xiao, feeling uneasy: “Xiaoxiao, did you hear what I said that day?”

She pursed her lips and said, "I'll talk to you about this topic again when you recover."

After saying that, she turned and left the room.

It's not very polite for her to refuse someone just after he woke up. It would be better to refuse him tomorrow.

Well, let’s do it.

Looking at her back, Shen Xingzhou's expression became more complicated.

Her state did not seem shy, nor did she show any happiness at all.

He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, his thin lips slightly parted, as if whispering or sighing: "Why is the person I like so different?"