Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

A dark shadow fell across Lu Tingchen’s face. He effortlessly caught the punch she threw at him and said coldly, “You’re not thinking that I did something to you, are you? Take a good look at yourself. Even if I was desperate, I wouldn’t go for someone like you.”

Chu Jiu might have regained consciousness, but she felt dizzy and awful. Her entire body felt weak and limp, and she could not muster any strength.

When her fist was grabbed by Lu Tingchen, she was unable to pull away. When she heard his sarcastic remark, her face flushed tinges of green and red as she choked on her words, unable to retort.

Lu Tingchen noticed that Chu Jiu was weaker than usual. As a man who would never give trouble to a woman, he promptly released her hand.

At that moment, Lu Liangwei walked in with some medicine that a soldier had helped to boil.

She was delighted to see Chu Jiu awake. “You’re awake, Jiu.”