"You... what are you doing?"
Lun You took a step back, released her, and gave her a deep look: "A good morning kiss."
A good morning kiss?
Is a good morning kiss supposed to be like this?
Her fingers instinctively tightened, Lun You, sharp-eyed, immediately noticed her continuously bleeding fingers, his brow furrowed as he grabbed her hand, "Let go!"
Although his tone was stern, his movements were extremely careful.
A layer of blood spread in her palm, quickly staining the white bandage on her hand. Liu Mingxing looked at his icy face, trying to retract her fingers from his palm: "It's, it's nothing... It doesn't hurt much anyway."
"It doesn't hurt?"
Lun You's forehead veins popped, he held her wrist, not allowing her to pull back, "Your palm is almost pierced through, do you think you are made of mud?"
Liu Mingxing felt a bit wronged by his shout, she couldn't help but retort: "Who asked you to suddenly kiss me! Otherwise, I..."
