Hearing the sound, her face changed, and she abruptly lowered her head, biting his shoulder which was clad in a white shirt.
Nangong Yaoling let out a muffled grunt of pain but didn't dodge.
Xia Xiaonuan left her saliva on his shoulder, lifting her mouth and glaring at him warningly, "Are you still going to lock it or not?"
Nangong Yaoling quickly begged for mercy, "I won't lock it... I won't lock it."
Only then was Xia Xiaonuan satisfied, but suddenly, her expression changed, and she took a sharp breath.
Nangong Yaoling rubbed her wound with force using a cotton swab soaked in alcohol.
She cried out and moved away from him, grabbing the ointment next to her: "I don't need you, I'll do it myself!" She said and walked to the mirror, applying the ointment to her wound while looking in the mirror.
The wound was about the length of a fingernail, not too deep, but once rubbed, it started bleeding and looked somewhat alarming.
