Ling Yiran lowered her eyes gently and looked quietly at the purple gown in her hands. She went on with her mending without a word.
The faint smile on the corner of his lips gradually disappeared. "Stop," he said.
However, she seemed not to hear and just went on with what she was doing!
His eyes darkened, and the jealousy within him grew stronger. It was as if all she could see was the gown... Or rather, all she could see was Gu Lichen!
"I told you to stop!" He snapped, and the next moment, he yanked the purple gown out of her hand.
"Ah!" Ling Yiran gave a low cry. The needle in her hand had stabbed into the index finger of her other hand. A flush of red blood instantly gushed out from the spot where she had been stabbed.
She had pricked herself hard, so the blood was flowing fast.
In a few moments, a great deal of blood was gushing from her slender finger, and the red blood dripped down her fingertip to the dark floor.
Seeing what was happening, Yi Jinli threw away the gown and squatted down before taking Ling Yiran's hand in his. He put her bleeding finger into his mouth and sucked the blood from her fingertip.
Ling Yiran froze, feeling nothing but warmth and dampness on her fingertip. The waves of heat enveloped her fingers and made them hotter and hotter.
She stared blankly at the man who was in front of her with some astonishment. He was kneeling before her with his eyes lowered. His eyes were half concealed by the long and thick fan-like lashes, and there was obvious worry on his face.
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