"I'm not!"
"You're really bleeding from your nose!"
"I'm not!" Han Xishi didn't stop what he was doing and his gaze stayed focused on Fu Lingxi. Unbeknownst to him, he was bleeding from his nose again.
Fu Lingxi: ...
Oh my God, kill her now. She was on the verge of a breakdown. What kind of man was this?!
Luckily, she wasn't in much pain anymore. She reached for the tissue box, quickly pulled out several sheets, got up, and pressed them to his nose, "Quick, block it."
"Oh." Han Xishi took the tissue in confusion and held it to his nose.
He leaned over and saw her wiping blood off herself. He looked at her with a baffled expression, "Hmm? How come you're bleeding? When I checked you weren't bleeding at all!"
"...? This is your nosebleed, you idiot!" Fu Lingxi felt she was about to go mad.
"My nose is bleeding?" Han Xishi looked at the tissue in his hand and it was indeed red.
His nosebleed, "drip, drip, drip," fell into his palm like an IV drip.
