Those teeth marks, those obvious teeth marks.
Ruan Mengmeng could almost imagine how scared and desperate little Mianmian was at that moment.
"Battle desert Pixiu, I'm going to kill you, Pixiu!"
Ruan Mengmeng's trembling hands could no longer be controlled. Her right hand forcefully grabbed the wound on Zhan Mo's left arm, tearing open the wound that had formed a scab after recuperating for so many days.
The woman's small white hand was stained with the wet and smooth blood.
If it had been before, ruan Mengmeng would have been so scared that she would have let go of war desert.
She had taken good care of him for several days, watching over him while he recuperated. Even if she didn't want to admit it, they had been faintly influenced by each other in these days.
However, at that moment, ruan Mengmeng's beautiful almond-shaped eyes were already filled with anger and hatred.
