Song Qiao, however, spoke out, "Aren't you human?"
"Do I count as someone else?" Ignoring that this woman was still in the mood to joke, Lu Jingchen directly retorted.
"Yes, you are not someone else." She did not argue, letting him pry open her clenched fist. Just now, due to the intense pain in her back, to distract herself, she had been digging her nails into the palm of her hand, and she could still feel the stickiness there, seemingly having bled.
She didn't dwell on it further, nor did Song Qiao consider any longer what exactly Lu Tianming thought of her, as her back was truly making her suffer, that kind of scorching pain.
Her palm was opened, revealing the bloody marks, prompting Lu Jingchen's brows to subconsciously furrow, but in the next second, he took her hand, opened it, and gently blew on it, giving soft, focused breaths.
