"Be good, be good."
Tang Bao stared at him, then turned and went to wait outside.
His forehead was against the wall.
She wanted to peek.
But with all her bodyguards guarding the door, Di Hao Tian would know the moment she goes in.
Tang Bao knew.
If she stayed inside, Di Hao Tian might not let the doctors treat his wounds.
Seeing Di Hao Tian holding hands with blood still flowing out from his heart.
If she stayed inside, wouldn't she bleed even more?
What shocked Tang Bao wasn't the moment she fell.
It was the moment when Di Hao Tian held the blade with his bare hands.
That was what truly frightened her.
She could not imagine how painful it would be.
However, Di Hao Tian's expression did not change at all, as if he was the one who had his hand cut off.
Tang Bao didn't have to wait for too long when she came out.
The tall black figure swayed slightly, blocking out the entire light at the side.
Tang Bao saw that his hand had been bound by Ba La.
No more blood.
Just like that time, when Di Hao Tian was injured by the spear, he did not show Tang Bao a wound that was dripping with blood.
He showed her the scar when he was fully recovered.
Tang Bao felt that if she wanted to see the scar on Di Hao Tian's hand, she would have to remove the gauze, right?
"What did the doctor say? Is it important? Could the opponent have some sort of side effect that they can't handle? " Tang Bao asked.
"It's not a problem for me to hug you now." Di Hao Tian looked at her with his deep black eyes.
Tang Bao's face became hot: I'm serious!
"What I said wasn't true?"
Tang Bao was too lazy to reply him, she turned and left.
Thinking about it, if Di Hao Tian saying that he wouldn't even be able to hug her, then what about her injuries?
Tch, Di Hao Tian doesn't care, it's useless even if anyone cares.
When Tang Bao was in her room at night, she couldn't help but chase after Di Hao Tian when she entered the bathroom.
Di Hao Tian paced around the bathroom door, locking Tang Bao's gaze. With an evil look in her eyes, she asked: "Do you want to come in and help?"
Tang Bao's face reddened. "Don't you still have a hand?"
Di Hao Tian did not force her and entered the bathroom with a smile on his face.
If one hand can't do it, then so be it.
Otherwise, Tang Bao would always be rubbing herself with his hands, she could endure the wounds on his hands, and the reaction on her body would be more difficult.
When he slept on the bed at night, Tang Bao laid out obediently.
Then, he was pulled over by Di Hao Tian's uninjured hand and hoisted into his chest.
Tang Bao was shocked, and quickly crawled back up: "Your hand."
"If you move again, I'll eat you."
Tang Bao's body stiffened and stopped moving.
Di Hao Tian's sexy lips slightly rose as she felt the soft and slender body that came from her chest.
"Why are you sleeping like this? What's a bed like that for? " Tang Bao pouted and said.
"Don't you know the use of a big bed? You'll know later. "
"Why after? I want to know now. " Tang Bao thought, wasn't this just to keep people in suspense?
Who would talk like that?
"The use of two people up there, no matter what, will not fall."
"…" Tang Bao's head felt a burning sensation on Di Hao Tian's chest.
She shouldn't have asked.
What good could come out of it?
However, he should be overthinking things, right?
Even if the bed wasn't that big, it wouldn't have fallen off, right?
Why would he need such a big place?
"Why aren't you talking?" Di Hao Tian's low voice stuck to her shiny black hair and fell.
"I don't want to say it."
"Are you thinking about the two of us playing together?"
Tang Bao's face turned red all the way to her neck, "I don't have any!"
Tang Bao was so angry that she ignored him.
Her head was buried deeper, not wanting Di Hao Tian to see her guilty look.
After being silent for a long time, Tang Bao still could not fall asleep.
She was thinking about what had happened in the bar.
Why did Di Hao Tian want to save her?
And in such a dangerous way.
He was really good to his savior.
He didn't even want his own life.
However, Tang Bao did not like Di Hao Tian's method of repaying his savior.
But what could she do?
Divorce? Di Hao Tian did not allow it.
Rage? She was almost mistakenly killed.
Running away from home? Where could she go?
Everywhere he went, he felt as if Di Hao Tian's palm was on top of his head.