He clenched the note tightly in his hand, waiting, waiting for him to recover to normal.
Explain well, perhaps, she would listen.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt like fainting.
But after just a few steps, his body began to stagger, about to fall to the ground.
At this mont, Su Yan found the first-aid kit from sowhere in the living room.
Carrying it as she walked over.
She saw Ji Yan’s bandaged hand, in just a mont’s ti, actually dripping blood along the fingers.
The blood soaked through the bandage, dripping steadily, falling onto the ground.
She pursed her lips, and as she walked over, she noticed that he seed to be in great discomfort.
The next second, Ji Yan collapsed onto the ground right in front of her.
She hurried over in three strides and caught Ji Yan in her arms.
Clang.
Both of them fell to the ground together.
Su Yan saw his face turning pale with pain and patted his cheek with her hand.
"Ji Yan? Ji Yan??"
While speaking, she pinched his philtrum.
Perhaps her thod had an effect.
The darkness before his eyes gradually cleared up.
Su Yan’s voice echoed in his ears, and as he opened his eyes, that anxious face appeared in his line of sight.
Su Yan looked serious
"How are you feeling?"
Ji Yan looked at Su Yan, and it took him a long ti to confirm that he was not dreaming.
The pain in his body slowly began to fade.
He opened his mouth, but his first words were
"Didn’t you leave?"
Su Yan looked at his uneasy and helpless expression, her gaze then fell on his injured wrist.
Her pink lips slowly tightened.
Her tone sowhat cold
"Do you enjoy self-harm? Intentionally making your wrist look like this?"
Xiao Hua listened, taking a deep breath.
Was the Host angry?
She must be angry with the male protagonist, right??
In Xiao Hua’s perception, the Host was well-behaved and sowhat indifferent to everything around.
It was unclear whether in her eyes everyone was treated equally, or if she just disregarded everyone.
Thus, Xiao Hua rarely saw the Host angry.
Let alone seeing her angry at the male protagonist.
Ji Yan stiffened his body, then silently tried to tuck his bleeding wrist into his sleeve.
Su Yan pursed her lips, watching his movent, and spoke out
"Don’t hide the injured hand."
As she spoke, she opened her palm, signaling.
Ji Yan looked at her, hesitated for a while, then slowly handed over his hand.
She bowed her head, reaching out, and slowly unwrapped the bandage.
Suddenly, a deeply split cut on the wrist appeared before her eyes.
Ji Yan still tried to hide it.
But Su Yan grasped it firmly.
She took a candy out of her pocket.
Peeling off the wrapper, she directly shoved the soft white candy into his mouth.
Following that, she picked up the antiseptic water and began disinfecting bit by bit, wiping away the blood.
Beside the deep cut, several already healed scars appeared.
Looking at those scars, they seed to be very old marks.
Her hand paused for a mont, then she proceeded to bandage him up.
The white bandage covered the cut with blood traces.
After everything was done.
Su Yan looked at her own hands.
Still holding his injured arm.
Looking at him, his complexion was pale, but his expression was clear, showing no signs of pain.
Ji Yan seed still caught up in the candy eating.
The sweet taste almost instantly spread in his mouth.
Until Su Yan spoke out
"Does it not hurt when I touch you?"
Ji Yan ca back to his senses, both looked into each other’s eyes, then at the place where their skin touched.
There was so spicy pain, but compared to the skin-piercing pain from before, it was almost negligible.
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