His gaze softened in an instant, and Gu Yixuan got up from her, pulling out two tissues to press against his forehead.
No sooner had Mo Ran gained her freedom than she wrapped herself haphazardly in her clothes and dashed upstairs.
"You..." Gu Yixuan hadn't finished speaking when she bolted up the stairs like a wisp of smoke. Watching her flee in a panic, he found it somewhat amusing.
Like a startled little bunny, she ran faster than anyone else.
"Hiss—" The wound still hurt a bit, so he discarded the blood-soaked tissues and drew out two more to press against the cut.
Today's incident was indeed a case of reaping what he sowed.
Nevertheless, he hadn't anticipated that she would strike him.
He thought she would only fight others for Mo Yan's sake, not realizing that when pushed into a corner, she too would lash out.
For some reason, Gu Yixuan felt not only no worse but actually much better after she'd cracked his head open.
