Zhou Pingan quickly went downstairs. This time, what he saw was not a smiling face. Yin Linger's nose was red, and there were tears on her pink cheeks. She looked at him and cried.
"Linger, what's wrong?" Zhou Pingan asked nervously.
Yin Linger sniffled. "Pingan, I... am bleeding."
"Where are you bleeding? Let me take a look."
Yin Ling'er slowly held Zhou Pingan's hand and pulled it under her skirt.
That was a private area. Zhou Pingan quickly pulled his hand back. His fair and gentle face was stained with a thin layer of red. "Linger, you..."
"Pingan, I'm... I'm bleeding."
The girl was wearing a green lace dress today. The hem of the dress fell on her knees. Zhou Pingan glanced over and saw a drop of blood dripping from her fair thigh.
This illicit scene made Zhou Pingan's breathing quicken, and his body temperature was scorching.
