Are you in such a hurry to send her away because you think she's in the way?

Song Zhi suddenly became unhappy. It was him who asked her to stay, and it was him who asked Bai Shengsheng to come to his room to find him at this time...

This bastard is playing too much.

She curled her lips and followed Tang Junhe. His lounge was right next to the study, very close.

"If you have any problems, come and find me." Tang Junhe said worriedly.

Song Zhi blinked and saw Bai Shengsheng's face twisted with jealousy from his side, and was shocked.

"Okay, good night."

She only agreed verbally, and she wouldn't be so tactless as to go out and ruin other people's good deeds.

Tang Junhe took a step back, and Song Zhi closed the door of the lounge.

His lounge was neat, a medium-sized room with a wardrobe and a camp bed.

Whether it is the books on the desk or the quilt on the bed, everything is neatly arranged.

The quilt was as thick as tofu, and Song Zhi felt embarrassed to destroy it.

However, when she heard Bai Shengsheng's sweet voice next door, she immediately opened the quilt.

She lay down on the bed and felt that it was a little hard, but it smelled very good.

There was a dry smell, and a hint of Tang Junhe's own scent.

Song Zhi took a breath, turned over, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

There was a window between the study and the lounge, and the light from the opposite side fell dimly on her side.

She wasn't sleepy at all and wanted to review, but when she sat up she found her textbook on the table outside.

Song Zhi pursed her lips, tiptoed to the door, and listened carefully to the noise outside.

They stopped talking, probably because they were getting acupuncture.

Song Zhi tiptoed to open the door and prepared to bring the textbook in to take a look, but as soon as she stuck her head out, she saw Tang Junhe with his upper body naked.

The dim light shone on him, and even though he couldn't see clearly, Song Zhi was shocked by the scars all over his body.

There were scars crisscrossing the honey-colored chest, some of which were fresh, while others looked quite old, like a canvas torn by a knife.

Song Zhi stood there in a daze. She had forgotten that Tang Junhe had been to the battlefield and almost died.

Just like Nie Jinmei and Rong Zhengqing were curious about his family background, they would never have thought that he could get to where he is today by fighting for his life.

Bai Shengsheng slowly twisted the silver needle in her hand into the acupuncture point on his body.

"Song Zhiqing, don't you know I'm treating Jun He? What if it affects me?"

Bai Shengsheng turned around and glared at her in dissatisfaction, her tone serious. If she was suddenly frightened and stabbed the wrong thing, that would be no joke.

Tang Junhe seemed to be enduring the pain, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

He opened his eyelids and looked over, his expression suddenly becoming gentle, "What's wrong? What do you want to do?"

"I can't sleep and want to read a book..." Song Zhi pointed to a pile of books on the desk, looking a little embarrassed.

She was already careful enough, but she didn't expect Bai Shengsheng to hear it.

Tang Junhe had needles stuck in his body and couldn't move. He looked at her with some regret, "I can't give it to you, go get it. Don't look at it for too long, and get some rest early."

"Um."

Song Zhi nodded, trotted over, picked up her cloth bag, and slipped back into the lounge.

Song Zhi returned to the lounge and did not read the book. Instead, he lay on the bed with the cloth bag in his arms, recalling the scene he had just seen in his mind.

Just like the day she was reborn, Tang Junhe's body shocked her greatly. At this moment, she suddenly understood Bai Shengsheng a little.

Looking at a body like this every day, seeing it but not being able to eat it, no wonder it's a psychopath...