Chi Enen looked at the wound on his hand, and for some reason, she was reminded of the bright red bloodstains left on the ceramic tiles after he left, and the words he roared in anger back then.
She pressed the corner of her mouth, gathered up the artificially light expression on her face, and after a moment of silence, said, "Wait for me a moment, I'll go get the medical kit."
She had just stepped forward when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Li Beijue's pitch-black pupils were like miles of ice, his thin lips barely moved, "Don't you only care about other men? I don't have a heart disease, I don't need you to care!"
These words sounded just like a middle school quarrel.
Chi Enen didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, she pried open his hand and said, "Alright, wait for me. Whatever it is, let's talk when I come back."
She intended to take care of his wound first, then they could calmly discuss things.
