Tian Lingyun felt she had been saved by the doorbell and reminded with a cold little face, "Aren't you going to answer the door?"
Bo Jinnian stared at her as she put on a mask of indifference; his thin lips tightly pursed. In such a situation, even if they continued, it would be meaningless. He strode to the door.
With a "whoosh," he pulled open the door. Yan Luoxi almost stumbled in. She steadied herself on the door frame, looked up, and upon seeing the scratch marks on Bo Jinnian's chin, she paused, keenly aware that the atmosphere in the room was amiss.
She averted her gaze awkwardly, "Uh, Bo Jinnian, can I borrow your medical kit?"
Bo Jinnian stepped aside, speaking indifferently, "Help yourself."
Yan Luoxi walked in and, upon seeing Tian Lingyun, her jaw dropped in shock. Had these two made up? "Well, I'll just take the medical kit and go."
