That's blood, Nini's blood. Li Tingyan's nine-tenths certainty turned into ten. He touched Nianyang's face and urgently comforted, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, Nini, hold on, it'll stop hurting soon..."
Nianyang's sweat-damp eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she realized who was holding her. She said angrily, "Li Tingyan, why are you here? Who allowed you to hold me? I forbid you to hold me!"
Li Tingyan held down her restless hand, "Don't move, Nini. You're bleeding and need to go to the hospital. This isn't the time to be headstrong. Once you're better, you can treat me however you want. I won't retaliate or argue back."
Nianyang pinched his arm, her eyes filled with anger like bloodshot, saying angrily, "Sounds good, yet yesterday you still took my plum juice to drink. I wanted to drink that. I only had one bottle, yet you wouldn't let me have it..."
