Jiang Nan casually tossed the two tubes of ointment in his hand onto the table, his tall, slender figure dropping down beside her as he spoke with a face full of mockery.
"…"
Youyou stared blankly at her own wrist. After hearing what Jiang Nan said, she couldn't even feel the stabbing pain anymore; all she could think was that the flesh on her hand was slowly rotting away…
She was dazed for a full half minute before she suddenly jumped up from the sofa. Instead of rushing off to wash her hand, she swung her fist straight at Jiang Nan's face!
"Bang—"
Jiang Nan hadn't expected her to suddenly take a swing; he actually took her punch right in the face and almost rolled off the sofa.
"You actually dared to put poison on me. I'm going to beat your face to a pulp today, then smear the whole tube all over your face!" Youyou said, and her petite body pounced toward Jiang Nan.
"Cough, cough—"
