116. Maybe I'm sick..

When he saw that Mo Ling didn't find his intimacy repulsive and accepted it, Bi Yuhan was overjoyed.

So he released her hand and smiled while rubbing her head until a frown appeared on Mo Ling's face.

"You really don't want me to dress your wound?" He asked despite feeling puzzled at the boy's refusal.

"No need. I can do it." She can't remove her shirt in front of him. That thought itself started the heat in her body rise again.

"Okay. But tomorrow I'm going to check whether it's healing properly or not." He declared without giving her a chance to refuse.

After Mo Ling went to her room, Bi Yuhan sat in her study chair and made a call.

"Han, I was just about to call you." Vic's voice came from the other end.

"There's a group of people from that side who infiltrated the capital. Since when?" Bi Yuhan's cold voice penetrated through the speaker.

Vic shivered out of fear when he heard Bi Yuhan. How did he know this information?