"It's nothing, just a small wound," Mo Beiyan's lips curled into a smile, "As long as you're okay."
"Have they already left?" Moo Huantong's voice was extremely soft. Mo Beiyan held her hand, stopping her from continuing to feel around, "Not sure, I just saw one, shh... don't move."
"Alright," Moo Huantong clutched him tightly without daring to move, "Why did you come back... this room is dangerous."
"You're here, I couldn't just leave you alone, could I?" Mo Beiyan smiled as he looked at her tense face, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, "Weren't you complaining that I don't treat you like a person?"
"..."
Moo Huantong bit her lip tightly, "Is your injury serious?"
Did he get shot because of her?
Otherwise, he wouldn't need to come back to this room... with his skills, there's no way he would get shot.
