Xiang Wenxin was taken aback, "What's happened to me? Don't freak out, you jerk!"
Liu Zhizhong pointed at her face, "Why is there... so much blood on your face?"
"What? What..."
Xiang Wenxin touched her face and hurried back to her room, to look into the bathroom mirror.
Immediately, she screamed, and tears came out.
"Ah! Why is there so much blood on my face?"
"Liu Zhizhong, you jerk! What's wrong with this room? It made me bleed!"
"Liu Zhizhong, you dead jerk, come and have a look!!!"
Liu Zhizhong quickly dashed into the room, feeling the chill as the air conditioning was set very low at 16 degrees, sending shivers down his spine.
By the time he reached the bathroom, the sight of Xiang Wenxin in the mirror was both funny and startling, and made him worry.
Her little face was covered in blood, all dried up.
Even her neck, the snowy white low-neckline, and the heart of her robe were all stained with dried blood.
