The wound had already scabbed over before he could even get to a hospital. But knowing that Xue Yang was fine, Lin Xi's heart was finally at ease.
The wound on his neck was indeed healing, leaving only two neat bite marks. If Xue Yang were to look in the mirror now, he would realize that achieving such a neat bite was quite a feat of skill.
"When I was little, I used to tease my Xiao Naimao, and it would bite people just like this. Only, it didn't bite necks."
"Then where did it bite?"
"My fingers."
Lin Xi bit her lip tightly and, finally, couldn't resist pouncing on Xue Yang again. "Xue Yang, you're teasing me again!"
"Hahahaha!" His hearty laughter echoed across the empty meadow.
The emptiness he had felt for days was filled in that single moment. Indeed, his little Xiao Naimao was the most amusing. Nothing and no one else was as much fun.
The next second, his laughter died. Lin Xi had caught him off guard, grabbed his hand, and bitten down hard on his index finger.
"..."
