After the room had calmed down, it was already past ten at night.
Bo Jinyu sat on the sofa, his bandaged hand resting on a towel, the bandage already stained with spots of blood.
Ye Anran sat beside him like a wronged little wife, staring at the bloody arm and then at Bo Jinyu.
Blaming herself and blaming him.
She should have shown more restraint earlier.
He was the same, the wound had bled, it must be painful, but still, he wouldn't stop.
He was practically throwing his life away!
To do those high-difficulty moves at night, wasn't that seeking death?
"Starting today, until your wound heals, we aren't going to sleep together anymore." Ye Anran's gaze grew more pained as she spoke.
"It was probably because I held back too long, so I was a bit too forceful last night. I'll be more careful next time. It's just a hand injury, not 'there'." Bo Jinyu responded with a light smile, seemingly unconcerned.
