Qiao Chengxun's mind was still stuck on that damned lingerie show, so deeply unsettled that he couldn't care less about how much blood he had lost, silently withdrawing his hand.
Upon seeing this, Wen Meimei grasped his large hand again, "I have an idea, you're tall, so stand up and raise your hand high, higher than the IV bottle and it should stop the bleeding, right?"
Qiao Chengxun shot her a cold glance and pulled his hand away again, carelessly tearing off the needle and gauze as if ripping off a band-aid.
Pu chi...
A stream of bright red blood sprayed out, forming a half-circular arc.
Wen Meimei, frightened out of her wits, hurriedly covered the back of his hand and cursed, "Qiao King of Hell, have you gone mad?!"
Qiao Chengxun, with a cold expression, said sternly, "Wasn't it said that after the divorce it's none of your concern?"
"You just have to make your own body suffer because of me!"
