The pretty boy's actions weren't exactly gentle, and as the sky darkened with no lights around, his hands were rough. He probably touched the woman's wound because she gave a muffled groan and rolled off the seat. Luckily, the pretty boy blocked her with his leg and pushed her back with his knee.
Yaen Chi furrowed his brows, stepped out of the car, and took out a pack of cigarettes. Most of the cigarettes were soaked in blood. He found a relatively clean one from the corner, though there were blood spots near the tobacco. He simply pinched off that part, tapped the filter end on a curled knuckle, then skillfully lit the cigarette. The remaining half pack wasn't smokable, so he tossed it out.
It was a while before the pretty boy came over. His hands were smeared with blood. There was a river nearby, and he went there to wash up, returning with a bucket.
"You're hurt too. Aren't you going to do something about it?"
Yaen Chi glanced at him, "Is she okay now?"
