She blinked skeptically. Quickly walking to the door, she carefully looked at the floor.
Indeed, she spotted a few drops of blood on the floor. Maybe it was because quite some time had passed that, although not fully dry, the blood was slightly brown.
Could it really be… that annoying fellow's blood?
But… Why is he bleeding? Did I injure him when I fell down earlier?
"Ge Ge, what are you thinking of?" Lily, who had been nagging at her for a while, finally realized that her mind was elsewhere as she stood looking at the blood stains on the floor by the door.
"Ah. It's nothing important." She shifted her gaze from the blood, yet her mind continued to think of Ji Ziming.
That annoying fellow… should be fine, right? This blood… shouldn't be his, right?
…
Swaaah!
Inside a pristine bathroom, tap water wetted a pair of elegant palms.
The pair of palms moved up to Ji Ziming's flawless face.
