Bang--
The man in front suddenly tumbled down unsteadily, emitting a muffled thud.
Shi Tingbai's face turned deathly white, the smell of blood increasingly pungent. He lunged at the man, grabbed the man's collar, his bloody eyes spewing venom as he demanded, "Where the hell are you wounded?!"
Leaning against a tree, Lu Yiyu took a breath, stifling a smile. "No biggie. Are you worried about me?"
He had originally wanted to tease Tingbai a bit, but Tingbai wasn't entertaining his words. He began searching the man's body for wounds. Lu Yiyu wanted to stop him, but Tingbai was quicker and he touched the man's lower back.
It felt damp.
Sticky.
Shi Tingbai's chest heaved violently as he slowly uncurled his hand. The palm of his fair hand was shockingly full of fresh blood.
"Were you shot?"
His voice caught in his throat.
What else could cause so much blood?
When he embraced him to dodge the gunshot, he smelled the metallic tang of blood. He hadn't thought... it could be true.
