Suddenly, Song Song felt a dizzying whirl, and when she came to her senses, she was already held tightly in the man's arms...
In her ears came the sound of a woman groaning in pain and something falling to the ground.
Immediately, she heard the man coldly shout, "I've never seen such a foolish woman!"
Song Song was a bit confused, wondering what made her foolish. She pouted, intending to speak, but then saw the short knife on the ground, and understood why the man acted as he did.
At the same time, a bright red caught her eyes, startling her into grabbing the man's hand, "Xiao, Mr. Xiao, you're hurt."
Xiao Jinghuai immediately withdrew his hand, but the sensation of the girl's soft little hand lingered, "Just a superficial wound."
"How can it be a superficial wound?" Song Song completely forgot about the difference between men and women, extending her small hand to grab the man's large palm again, "It's bleeding so much, what to do, what to do?"
