One physical injury, the other a magical attack, had He Mu closing his eyes and fainting.
Tang Ruoqing kindly called an ambulance for him.
Once upstairs, Ying Luoyu naturally stayed the night.
Tang Ruoqing had no objections, after all, they had already done the most intimate thing. Not letting him stay would seem a bit too prudish.
Tang Ruoqing was still on her period, and they both had to work the next day, so they were well-behaved.
Ying Luoyu, holding her, asked, "You said you don't want to see my mom for now, but… can you give her a chance in the future?"
Tang Ruoqing was almost asleep.
After all, it had been a tiring day—flying back from overseas, she hadn't rested much before visiting Su Nanxing.
Returning home, He Mu, that scumbag, had disgusted her.
Tang Ruoqing spoke up, "Ying Luoyu, there are some things I don't want to say."
"You say it," Ying Luoyu said.
"If we weren't together, would you believe those words He Mu said to your mother?"
