Beads of blood quickly appeared on Fang Ya's neck. Xing Na looked at it, frowned, and clicked her tongue.
Lin Mei was about to pounce on Fang Ya again, but Xing Na grabbed her wrist and threw her to the side.
Lin Mei staggered and bumped into the corner of the table next door. She was stunned.
From what Fang Ya could recall, Xing Na seemed to be very sensitive to wounds and blood. Every time she saw these things, she would avoid them.
Fang Ya thought that Xing Na was afraid, so she quickly covered her wound and said to Xing Na, "Xing Na, if you have something to do, you can leave first. I can..."
Xing Na casually threw her a handkerchief and stopped Fang Ya. "Don't worry! Take care of your wound first."
Fang Ya took the handkerchief and hesitated for a moment, but she still pressed on her wound.
