"So, how about it, Fufu girl, you see it now, right? I'm a victim too!" Ye Huan put on his clothes, looking all earnest and aggrieved as he yelled, "The two of us, as fellow victims, should be on the same front and huddle together for warmth. How can we start infighting?"
"You… who wants to huddle together for warmth with you, you lecher!" Ling Fufu glared at Ye Huan, pretending to be fierce, but the anger and blame she felt toward him had already lessened a lot inside.
Just now it was obvious to the naked eye that the blood marks on Ye Huan were more and deeper; under her scratching he was clearly hurt worse.
He must have been in quite a bit of pain too.
Hugging her knees, Ling Fufu went silent for a while, then said, "I thought about it a bit. This really can't be all your fault."
