Guan Haoyang took Qin Yucen's hand and put it in his mouth, sucking the blood off with his lips, warming her wound. Qin Yucen's gaze unintentionally swept over Huo Jingtang, who was standing motionless, as cold as an ice sculpture. His pupils were deep and chilling, sending shivers down her spine. Qin Yucen dared not look any longer. She tried to pull her hand back, but couldn't overcome Guan Haoyang's strength, unable to move it at all. In Huo Jingtang's eyes, Guan Haoyang and she looked just like a loving couple. He felt like he was there to be tormented, right?
"Guan Haoyang, let go of me. I can do it myself," Qin Yucen pushed him.
Only then did Guan Haoyang let her go: "I'll accompany you to see the doctor."
"It's just a small wound, it's nothing serious. I can handle it myself." Qin Yucen stood up from the chair and then rushed outside.
