"I'm sorry for the trouble, I'll clean it up," Teresa said apologetically, her pale face full of regret as she carefully folded the blood-stained sheets, ready to wash them.
"It's just an ordinary sheet, you don't need it, you should rest," Jessica raised her hand to stop her, but the scary scene in front of her piqued her curiosity, so she asked with big, round eyes:
"Can you tell me... how did it get like this?"
Teresa smiled, shook her head, and did not want to answer.
Jessica mockingly said, "Miss Teresa, you must be too delicate. Look at you~ like a weak Golden Canary~"
"I didn't mean to scare you..."
Teresa rolled up her sleeves, revealing half of her slender and smooth arm, then clenched her fist to show the bulging veins, saying:
"This is his battle state, just imagine it for yourself."
Jessica's expression froze, then she covered her mouth in horror!
Teresa gently placed her hand on the other's lower abdomen, playfully measuring and teasing:
