Sheng Youxia only smiled, "Before I lose my sight, you must protect your hands well."
Fu Shilv's tense joints gradually relaxed, and he lifted his other hand to grasp Sheng Youxia's arm, pulling her closer to him.
"Let me look at your eyes."
Sheng Youxia hurriedly concealed her panic, avoiding his gaze and instead focusing on the man's prominent nose bridge, "What's so interesting about my eyes?"
"I want to check them, just in case there's an eye disease."
Sheng Youxia bent over slightly, they had locked eyes in the ordinary days, but now Fu Shilv was looking at her more like a doctor examining a patient.
"My eyes are fine, there's no illness."
Sheng Youxia never dared to look at him directly, almost leaning against him.
Sometimes, she had a little delusional hope that climbed out from the deepest part of her heart.
"If my eyes really had a problem, and I needed a cornea, then I could get in line before Liang Nianwei, right?"