Li Fei'er felt a surge of secret elation.
However, just at that moment, she suddenly sniffed her nose and asked, puzzled, "What's that smell?"
Ling Feng, feeling helpless, said, "If you don't get up soon, I'll have a river of blood on my hands!"
Li Fei'er, upon hearing this, was even more confused. She lifted her head and brought her nose close to his face, nearly touching noses with him.
At the same time, she also picked up the scent—it was the smell of blood.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" she asked, perplexed.
"What do you think? It's your fault I have a nosebleed!" Ling Feng grumbled.
"Ah!"
Li Fei'er jumped in fright, frantically flipping over to sit up and grabbing her phone to shine it on Ling Feng's face, only to become panicked!
"Uncle, why is your face covered in blood?"
"Don't worry, it's just that men sometimes get nosebleeds when they're too heated up," he reassured.
