Ren Chuqing's face changed as she tried to pull back her finger.
But Wen Muqing was holding onto her finger, lowering his head and sucking between them.
She frowned, feeling his tongue wrapping around her fingertip, the moist warmth at the tip, and the tingling sensation that accompanied the sucking.
After a while, he finally released her finger from his mouth.
Yet his hand still clutched her finger tightly as he took out bandages, styptic and disinfectant from the storage compartment between the two rear seats.
Ren Chuqing was stunned. These items were not usually kept in a car.
It seemed more like he had anticipated she would bleed and had prepared beforehand.
"Your hand indeed doesn't stop bleeding easily now," he said, starting to apply the disinfectant.
She hissed, "Did you intend to verify that rumor from before?"
He slightly smiled, "You guessed right."
That meant this wasn't a spur-of-the-moment action, "When did you start believing in those rumors?"
