The man seemed very uncomfortable, gasping rapidly as he pressed on top of her. He quickly propped himself up slightly, his voice hoarse, "Sisi... go close the door."
Tang Sitian recognized his voice, nodded hastily, "Okay... I'll go right away."
She pushed him away, got up quickly, went to close the door, and swiftly returned to the side of the sofa, leaning over to support him, "Brother Yan..."
It was only then that she noticed the bloodstains on his white shirt.
Tang Sitian immediately became anxious, "Brother Yan, are you hurt? What's going on..."
"It's not serious, it's okay," Yan Chu maintained his half-lying position on the sofa, his handsome and gentle face full of sweat, he gritted his teeth slightly, "Sisi, help me up."
Tang Sitian held his arm and helped him sit on the sofa.
She took out a tissue to help wipe his sweat, "Where is the wound, I'll go get something to disinfect it..."
