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The taste of blood was still in her mouth, from the tip of her tongue to the root. Nan Wan wasn't sure if it was hers or his. She had spent so much time in the operating room that she had long become accustomed to the taste.
But she was only used to smelling it, not tasting it.
The buildings and bare trees outside the car window quickly receded, blurring together.
Her fingers tightened on the seat belt, "Can you slow down a bit?"
Mu Jin Huan glanced at the dashboard, seemingly only then realizing the alarming speed. After slowing down, he freed a hand to touch the woman's face, "Not feeling well?"
"Mm."
Mu Jin Huan's brows furrowed slightly. After he slowed down the car, the police car that had been pursuing them caught up. He then pulled over to the side of the road.
He unbuckled his seat belt, leaned over to the passenger seat, and planted a kiss on the woman's lips, "Then let's go to the hospital. Your face needs some ointment too."
