The tone sounded a bit off, she looked up at Yan Yi, his hand was clenched in a fist, unsure if he was upset.
But she could tell, he was in a bad mood.
Bo Nian didn't respond, she unwrapped the bandage on his left hand and saw that the wound was indeed soaked and turned white.
She snorted, "A shower could make the wound like this? Do you think I'm an idiot?"
Yan Yi sheepishly looked away, "I didn't notice."
Bo Nian was so angry she jabbed hard next to his wound, his face twisted slightly for a moment, then quickly recovered, gazing at Bo Nian eagerly.
"I was wrong."
Bo Nian: "... You're in your twenties, not two years old."
Yan Yi blinked, his eyelashes thick and long, looking especially deep and alluring, and when he showed grievance, his expression was particularly striking, making people inexplicably soften.
This was exceptional beauty.
She looked away; people like beautiful things, but... sometimes being too beautiful makes people avoid them.
Yan Yi was the latter.
