The young nurse on the side noticed and, filled with concern, said nervously, "Doctor Xiang, your… your mouth is bleeding. Is it because you're overheated?"
This was just an instinctual concern, and the young nurse wished she could bite her tongue off after asking.
The Crown Prince had kiss marks on his chin and neck; how could he possibly be overheated?
Xiang Yiqing replied with a smile, "Got bitten by a little dog."
Saying this, he deliberately turned his face, giving a side glance at Zhong Qingyang, who was still angry, with a smug grin on his lips.
He reached out, using his thumb to wipe the blood from his mouth, glanced at the blood on his thumb, eyes filled with affection, "The little dog's teeth are really sharp."
Then he lifted his foot and walked toward the door.
With both hands tucked in the pockets of his neat trousers, his lazy stride exuded an indescribable elegance and excellence.
On the back of his neck, the two kiss marks were as clear as tattoos.
