"Uncle Handkerchief, why have you come into my dream?" the Little Demon King mumbled drowsily, thinking he was still dreaming.
"Keep calling me that, and see if I don't throw you out of the car!" Gu Xuanye's handsome face darkened as he threatened ungraciously upon hearing the nickname again.
The Little Demon King instinctively wanted to argue with him, but found himself too weak to make a sound as he moved his lips.
It was then that Gu Xuanye realized something was off with his little face, which was alarmingly pale.
Moreover, when his hand seemed to touch something sticky, he looked down to see blood on his fingertips.
The sight of the bright red blood sent a sudden, piercing pain through his heart.
An inexplicable ache, a pang of panic.
"Little Devil, how did you get hurt?" Gu Xuanye's voice was tinged with a tension he himself hadn't noticed.
