Deep crimson droplets, staining the slightly flirtatious orange cuff, resembling blood briefly oxidized—or an accidental spill while drinking.
Indeed, like the drink earlier confidently mixed to mimic the look of blood, Fu Qian was equally confident in his ordinary human constitution, currently lacking the ability to distinguish truth at a glance.
Clear self-awareness is a human virtue.
Blood, alcohol, or blood and alcohol, determining with just such slight traces at a glance, Fu Qian has never been so disrespectful to professional skills.
Although from a non-professional perspective, some answers seem possible too—
As an invited guest, Fu Qian's abrupt movement undoubtedly drew everyone's attention, including the person involved.
And as he looked over, realizing what Fu Qian was observing, Butters, who had invited him, acted like electrocuted, instantly yanking his hand back.
Snicker—
Even due to excessive force, the meticulously prepared clothes slightly tore.
