She lifted her sleeve to look, and saw a palm-sized, wet bloodstain that terrified her, making her heart jump to her throat as she looked up toward the kitchen.
From afar, Yaen Chi rolled up his sleeves, bent over washing vegetables at the sink, appearing calm and collected, not looking like he was injured at all.
Then whose blood was it?
"Wanting."
Nan Jiaojiao called her from the living room, "Come and pick a movie, their chatter is giving me a headache, choose something you like to quiet them down a bit."
Ye Wanting quickly snapped back to reality, hung the suit back on the rack, and replied in a fluster, "Coming, coming."
She didn't mention it to Nan Jiaojiao, but planned to ask Yaen Chi alone later if there was a chance. She kept a vigilant eye, ready to take responsibility if Yaen Chi really was injured.
