C90 (1/2)

”Okay, tomorrow.” Xiao Meng Han's hand pushed at durian: ”I'll let you off tonight, hiss.”

With a gasp, Xiao MengHan lifted her finger from the durian and blood started to pour out of the tip of her finger.

”I'll get the Band-Aid.”

”No need, a small wound.” Xiao Meng Han stretched out her hand to hold on to Mo Xiao Yan, she wanted to stop such a warm moment for a drop of blood. He was unwilling to do so.

”Your hand?”

”That's good.” Xiao Meng Han turned on the tap in the complicated gaze of the silent dyeing, the blood droplets on her finger were quickly washed away by the water current. In order to adjust the atmosphere, Xiao Meng Han tilted her head and teased: ”It seems that durian is really impatient to donate her body.”

Mo Xiaoxiao was unable to laugh, her gaze landed on Xiao Meng Han's chest. She knew what kind of shocking injury was there under the dark blue shirt.

Even though she was in the water, Xiao Meng Han's finger was still pricked by the blood drops. Xiao Meng Han helplessly smiled, it seemed that ever since her chest was injured, it wasn't easy to injure her body in any part of the body.

Xiao Meng Han casually clenched her hands into fists and let Mo Xiaoxiao continue to eat the pineapple honey. She was looking at him like this and he was worried that she would treat him like a pineapple honey.

”Give me your hand.” Mo Xiaoxiao stretched out her hand and looked at Xiao Meng Han seriously. She said stubbornly, ”I want to see your fingertip.”

Xiao Meng Han tried her best to ease the atmosphere, and said lightly: ”I cut my fingertips very cleanly. When I was in kindergarten, I was always a good, clean kid.”

”That's not funny. Xiao Meng Han, give me your hand.” Silent Xiao Ran raised his voice, faintly suppressing his anger.

This time, Jing Xiaoxiao did not give Xiao Meng Han any leeway. Her heart trembled and her body was filled with an indescribable fear.

The slender fingers were very beautiful, even more beautiful than the fingers of the grandmaster pianist who played the beautiful music. The blood stains on the tip of his index finger destroyed this perfection.

Silent Xiao Ran's hand gently held Xiao Meng Han's hand. As she looked at the drops of blood that were gradually seeping out, her voice trembled uncontrollably: ”How could this be?” It had only been stabbed once, why did it not have any intention of solidifying?

Mo Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered that Xiao Meng Han's chest had never been healed by a scar. What did this mean?

Mo Xiaoxiao put her bleeding finger under the faucet, and the flowing water quickly washed away the blood. New blood flowed out, and in the next second, Mo Xiaoxiao lowered her head.

”Xiao Yan, don't.” Xiao Meng Han's heart trembled and her eyes became misty. He could clearly feel that her lips were holding his fingers.

Xiao Meng Han closed her eyes, her eyelashes becoming moist.

The second day, Xiao Mo got up very late. After she woke up, she was still lying on the bed, her mind was wandering about a problem. Last night, she actually used saliva to stop the bleeding on Xiao Meng Han's finger, and even stopped it.

There were several knocks on the door, followed by Sima Yunshu's voice, ”Sister Xiao Yan, are you awake?”

”You're awake. Come in.” Mo Xiaoxiao didn't want to move. Today, she was very lazy. It was unknown if it was because she had slept too late last night that she was somewhat tired.