"Shen, you can't sleep on my bed, get up." Jiang Xiaorou ran over and stood by the head of the bed. She found Shen Yancheng lying comfortably on her bed, his eyes even closed. Was he enjoying this?
Jiang Xiaorou was on the verge of exploding with anger.
"Shen, you..."
Forget it. He only got injured because he was helping her. She could endure it. At worst, after Yancheng left, she'd toss the sheets, the duvet cover, and the pillowcases altogether.
Jiang Xiaorou sat by the edge of the bed, her fingertips gently landing on the wound on Shen Yancheng's back. A long bruise streak stretched there, left by the steel pipe Li Xiu had just used on him.
Jiang Xiaorou felt a pang of guilt. Honestly, Shen Yancheng got beaten all because he was protecting her. These injuries should have been on Jiang Xiaorou's body instead.