Leng Youchen dared not mock her. He simply felt sorry for her. As he rubbed her wrist, he said, "It's already disinfected; don't be angry anymore, okay?"
Wei Anning was still somewhat angry. "In your dreams."
She rubbed his chest until it turned red with faint traces of blood seeping out. Only then did she stop, still upset, and said, "Leng Youchen, if you ever let Linda touch you again, I'll use a knife to carve out every place she touched you. I mean it!"
"..." Leng Youchen looked at her as if she were a tyrant.
It was originally his carelessness; how could he blame her for being so upset?
"Alright, alright, I'll prepare the sharpest knife for you then, okay? Now, don't be angry, hmm?" That 'hmm' was so soft and enchanting that even though she still felt a bit angry, it nearly dissipated entirely.
