"Xiao Xi, open your mouth a little, there's blood inside too."
Manman threw the blood-stained cotton swab in her hand into the trash can, so furious she wished she could tear that bastard Li Chenghao apart right away.
Han Xi had a bite on the corner of her mouth, and even slightly opening it tugged painfully. She frowned and endured the pain, slowly parting her lips, revealing the bitten tongue.
Manman couldn't bear it anymore and slammed the table, standing up from the sofa: "How perverted is Li Chenghao!? To hurt you like this, I'm going to settle this with him right now."
Han Xi grabbed Manman, looked up at her, her wounded eyes desolate: "Don't go, stay with me."
Manman felt uneasy leaving Han Xi alone, so she had to temporarily stifle her anger, planning to confront Li Chenghao after Han Xi's mood improved a bit.
Manman sat back on the sofa. Han Xi wearily leaned her head over, her eyes brimming with misty wetness.
The two sat there quietly, neither speaking a word.
