"Xu Fan, stop, let go quickly..."
"What? Xia Yanyu, wasn't it you who initiated this? Now you regret it?"
"Or are you afraid that someone coming in might misunderstand?"
He had warned her over and over not to touch him, but this woman just wouldn't listen, insisting on being stubborn with him. Xu Fan was truly getting annoyed now.
"My, my hand..."
"What?"
Seeing Xia Yanyu's face turn a bit pained, Xu Fan involuntarily furrowed his brows.
Now, he could feel that Xia Yanyu's hand seemed to be covered with something...
"Your hand, what happened..."
He hadn't taken a close look before, but now as he held Xia Yanyu's wrist, Xu Fan carefully examined it and realized that her hand had a knife wound.
The injury had reopened when he touched it just now, and she was bleeding again.
"Sorry, I'm sorry..."
