"You... what are you doing!"
Zhu Qingyue's eyes widened, she quickly withdrew her hand that had been soaking in the bathtub and hastily grabbed his arm.
"It was enough just for me to be alone..."
The girl's delicate jade-like fingers circled around his wrist, carefully avoiding contact with the wound.
She watched the blood surge from the boy's palm, staining it red, and suddenly felt a dull ache in her heart, a feeling of breathlessness, her slender willow brows involuntarily furrowed into a tight knot.
Xu Xiangyang looked down at Zhu Qingyue's face, feeling that his approach was probably effective.
Hmph, scared, weren't you? If scared, just obediently listen to me! But Xu Xiangyang couldn't be proud for too long, just as he was about to speak to Zhu Qingyue, he couldn't help but inhale sharply in pain, his words all blocked in his throat, unable to come out, and his thoughts thrown into disarray by the intense pain.
