Bai Wanwan was disinfecting his wound with alcohol. She asked without thinking, "What words?"
"The words you said just now when you grabbed me and wouldn't let me go."
Bai Wanwan was focused on wrapping his bandages. His reminder made her recall that in the heat of the moment, she had indeed said some rather mushy things.
She looked up at Yan Lie and saw that his eyes were bright, staring at her without blinking, full of anticipation.
Bai Wanwan shot him a look. "I'm not saying it."
With that, she finished tying the bandage. Just as she was about to get up, Yan Lie grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his lap, where she landed steadily in his embrace.
"Do you not want your leg anymore? You're letting me sit on your wound."
Yan Lie tightened his arms, pressing their bodies together.
His breath, hot and quick, ghosted across Bai Wanwan's neck. "Wanwan, I want to hear it."
Outside, the howls of beasts grew closer, and they could even smell a foul, musky stench.
