Looking at her angry little face, Huai Fu Yueming pulled her into his embrace, "Yaoyao, if I don't do this, how can I test your true feelings?"
"Let go!" Mi Yao pushed him away directly.
But this time she really did push on his wound. The poison was fake, but the wound was certainly real. Huai Fu Yueming winced in pain.
His deep and narrow eyes fell on her face with a mix of adoration, helplessness, and appeasement, "Yaoyao, I am truly hurt."
"..."
Mi Yao picked up the apartment keys and then opened the apartment door, "Come in, I'll bandage you up."
...
In the living room.
Huai Fu Yueming sat on the sofa while Mi Yao opened the medicine box to clean and bandage his wound.
The knife wound was deep, and Mi Yao could see the fresh red flesh inside. She felt a sharp pain in her heart and leaned down to gently blow on it, "Does it hurt?"
