Song Weiyi heard this, bared her teeth, and grimaced as she endured the pain, while the doctor pressed a cotton swab against her bleeding wound.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Pei Yibai looked at her tensely.
As a grown man, he thought drawing a little blood was nothing, but watching Song Weiyi get her blood drawn made him nervous, feeling much more uncomfortable than when he had to do it himself.
"It's, it's okay," Weiyi said, taking a breath.
Inside, she was roaring, no, no, no, fingers are connected to the heart, she felt like she was dying from the pain.
Once they were out, Pei Yibai removed Weiyi's cotton swab, and small beads of blood kept oozing from the tiny wound.
Seeing that, Pei Yibai felt a warmth in his chest and directly took Weiyi's hand to put it in his mouth.
Her fingertip, now encased in the warm embrace of his mouth, touched Pei Yibai's soft tongue with the slightest movement.
