Pei Yuanchen paused, turned back after a moment, and lazily smiled, "What could possibly be wrong with me? Just take care of yourself, I'm leaving."
"Wait!" Zhixi called out to him with great momentum, stepped forward, and looked him over intensely.
Pei Yuanchen frowned, "Are you out of your mind?"
"...What is this?" Zhixi pointed to his neck, her tone laced with suspicion.
Pei Yuanchen couldn't see, so he reached up to touch it, but felt nothing.
"What's wrong?" he raised an eyebrow.
"There's a red mark, looks like someone scratched it with their nails," Zhixi said assertively, "Were you just fooling around with some woman?"
...It seemed to be He Ziyi's handiwork.
Pei Yuanchen's eyes flickered, tone sarcastic, "I scratched it myself, is that not allowed?"
"No way, don't try to fool me," Zhixi was sure of herself, "It's definitely a woman's scratch!"
"No wonder you're a wife, seems you're quite experienced in this," Pei Yuanchen snorted, "Mind your own business."
