That Day, Thank You (2)

Sitting by Gu Yusheng, Qin Zhi'ai stared at his hand in the glove compartment for a while. She reached out her hand to rummage in it and found a lighter, then passed it to him.

He seemed a bit confounded, then took it, but when he was about to light the cigarette in his mouth, he suddenly remembered that she had coughed slightly when he had smoked in the car before, so he stopped in the middle of lighting it.

What a troublemaker... Gu Yusheng murmured in his head. Then he turned his head to spit the cigarette between his lips into the glove compartment, threw the lighter randomly into it. and moved his eyes to the road again.

Gu Yusheng was quite calm, but Qin Zhi'ai was worried about him and couldn't help moving her eyes to the wound on his shoulder.

The fresh red blood kept oozing out from the wound. His shirt was drenched in blood, and the smell was spreading through the car.