Qi Longbing also felt somewhat depressed. His hand, bitten by her until it dripped with fresh blood, made his face darken. "Hua Xiaomo, get something straight, will you? Who was it just now that bit me like a mad dog and wouldn't let go? And you say *I'm* the one torturing *you*?"
"..." Hua Xiaomo remained silent, her pretty face looking rather wan. Droplets of water still clung to her face, and her eyes were red, as if she had just cried.
"Stop crying. You look awful," Qi Longbing said, taking a tissue and moving to wipe her face.
"I don't need you to butt in!" Hua Xiaomo snapped, turning her head away.
"Fine, I won't interfere! But what were you saying earlier? You had something to tell me, right? So, does that mean you don't need to say it anymore?" Qi Longbing asked in a sly, sarcastic tone. Judging by her earlier expression, this matter might be very important to her.
