"I didn't expect it to be her, either." Qiao Nian's reaction was similar to his. She lowered her eyes slightly, hiding the sharpness in them. In a hoarse voice, she asked, "How… do I put it?"
She smiled, her red lips curving into a rather wicked smile. Her dark eyes were beautiful and cold. "She's quite good at courting death!"
Ye Wangchuan saw that her mood was not as bad as before and seemed to have returned to normal. He reached out and tucked her hair behind her earlobe, then lowered his head and said gently, "Let's go. I'll take you to a doctor to suture the wound."
He reached out and gently stroked the wound on the girl's right arm. His tall and slender figure stood upright. His black pants wrapped around his slender legs, outlining his sexy and perfect lines. A trace of shock and pain flashed across Ye Wangchuan's eyes as he looked at her and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"
