Yan Xiaoxi, "..."
She sat in the passenger seat, looking at the old man, images of deer whip, tiger whip, and cattle whip flashed through her mind.
Jin Bo saw she hadn't reacted for a while, one hand covering his nose and the other wiping with a tissue, "Had enough of looking?"
Yan Xiaoxi, "Not enough."
Jin Bo, "There's plenty of time for you to keep looking."
He reached for a tissue box with his long fingers, pulled out a big handful, wiped the blood from his hands and around his nose, turned away, no longer letting Yan Xiaoxi see his embarrassing scene.
Yan Xiaoxi, "Why not wash up in the hospital restroom?"
Jin Bo's voice was magnetically hormonal, "Pulling you along to wash might be useful."
As he spoke, his long legs had already stepped out the car door, turning to enter the hospital.
Yan Xiaoxi sat in the passenger seat, followed him out of the car, and shut the door.
At the entrance to the men's restroom, Jin Bo had already gone in.
She waited outside.
