What? The handsome man frowned slightly. "I'm injured. I can't lift the chopsticks." Qiqi felt suspicious—just moments ago, he was ferocious enough to kill, and now suddenly he's this weak? But he had bled a lot earlier; there was still a big pool of blood in the hallway! Seeing the handsome man's frail appearance, Gu Qiqi softened again. Beauty topples cities; I can't help but pity him! "Fine." She moved over, carefully placed the food tray in front of the Wolf King, and picked up a piece of beef, bringing it to his lips. But the handsome man didn't open his mouth. His phoenix eyes met hers, and suddenly he twisted her arm! His fierce expression emerged as he barked, "When I passed out earlier, did I turn back into my original form?" "What... what form?" "A wolf's original form!" "Yes, yes!" Qiqi quickly nodded, explaining, "Your wound split open, and you lost a lot of blood. I saved you... Ouch!" Her well-intentioned explanation only brought sharper pain! "Damn it! You dared to offend me again while I was unconscious!" The handsome man gritted his teeth, his face cycling from white to red to green—a truly spectacular display. Qiqi suddenly realized and shook her head like a rattle-drum. "No, no! Absolutely not! Your fever's already gone, there's no need to take your temperature again!" A flicker of doubt passed through the Wolf King's eyes. "Take temperature?" "Yeah, it's a method for when dogs are sick... Ouch! Wolf, wolf, wolf! A method for wolves to take temperature... I'll never dare again! Never! Wolf King, please spare me!" The Wolf King glared at her, his chest heaving rapidly, clearly agitated. After a long moment, he finally believed the girl's words, released her, and stared with an uncertain expression at the open medical kit on the floor—inside it stood a thermometer. Gu Qiqi escaped his grasp and scrambled out the door. Wah, you violent, demonic pretty boy! I'll never fall for your tricks again! Rubbing her swollen wrist, she ran angrily to the living room, grabbed a wooden stick in hand, steadied herself, and then crept back to the bedroom door. Peeking through the window—the violent man was spacing out. The setting sun shone on his face, bringing another wave of sunset-like melancholy. Melancholy my ass! Gu Qiqi cursed inwardly. The handsome man stared blankly for a while, then suddenly reached out, pulled the thermometer from the medical kit, and with a "crack," it was destroyed. Then, as if venting a breath of anger, his expression gradually returned to normal, and he picked up the chopsticks to eat. A wolf is a wolf—only eats meat, no vegetables, and didn't touch the rice at all. Still, his table manners were refined, every move showing good breeding. Watching the handsome man eat with relish, Gu Qiqi's resolve wavered a bit. Forget it, I'll let him finish his meal before sending him off. They say even a ghost should die with a full stomach. When the Wolf King finished eating, he saw Gu Qiqi standing at the door, holding an arm-thick wooden stick. "Hey, you've eaten and your wound's bandaged. Can you leave my house now?" The girl's tone was icy, trying hard to look fierce. The Wolf King slowly stood up. He was a full two heads taller than the girl, making Qiqi instinctively step back, on high alert. No help for it—a king's presence is overwhelming! But at last, they could face each other and talk, and Qiqi finally got a clear look at the demonic man's full appearance— He looked about twenty, between 185 and 190 cm tall, with a sturdy yet lean build and an excellent physique. He wore a dark black robe with strange dark-gold patterns embroidered on the hem; black cloth boots with a silky sheen on his feet, and a green jade pendant hanging from one side of his waist. Overall, his features were handsome, his eyes deep, his long hair flowing, and his presence commanding—like a royal aristocrat.