The nurse couldn't help teasing her before drawing blood, "If you're scared, you can turn your face to the other side."
But Wen Wan refused to do so, instead widening her eyes and staring at the spot about to be "tortured", thinking, if she really did that, wouldn't it just be admitting she was scared?
In front of the male god, she resolved not to embarrass herself any further.
"Who said I was afraid? It's just a needle stick, just a blood draw, right? I used to get injections all the time," Wen Wan retorted, though she always left in tears. Despite her words, there seemed to be a hint of timidity in her tone.
Wen Wan fought back the urge to cry, a voice in her heart incessantly whispering, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. However, her body contradicted her inner chant, trembling uncontrollably. Just as tears were about to escape her eyes, a large hand suddenly covered them, blocking out all the light.
