Yan Xiaoxi laughed, totally unsympathetically.
Jin Bo shot her a vicious look. "In a bit I'll make sure you can't laugh, you'll be crying and begging for mercy."
As soon as he finished, he covered his nose and went into the bathroom.
Yan Xiaoxi closed the door and looked at his back, unable to hold back her laughter.
With his back to her, Jin Bo also heard her laughing. Thinking of his grandpa again made his head hurt even more.
He turned on the tap and splashed cold water over the straight bridge of his nose, waiting until the heat inside his nasal cavity cooled down. He washed the blood off his hands, glanced down at the red stain on his shirt, then turned to look at Yan Xiaoxi. "Do you have a washbasin?"
Yan Xiaoxi said, "The purple one in the bathroom."
Jin Bo said, "A little stool."
Yan Xiaoxi found a small stool and handed it to him.
