Back at the bedside, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Zhou Mingchen probably also felt that being so weak and vulnerable was really unmanly. No matter how mighty and invincible he pretended to be usually, what's the use if he fainted at the sight of blood? This would now be his image in Xia Lu's mind. He regretted it deeply; why watch them draw blood for no reason when a random glance away would have avoided this disaster?
Xia Lu tore off the adhesive tape on the inside of her elbow and threw it into the trash.
Zhou Mingchen initially planned to get up, but when he saw the needle mark on her arm, the previous scene suddenly flashed in his mind, and immediately felt dizzy again. He wisely lay back down in less than two seconds.
