He Deserved to Die

At this moment, she suddenly noticed a small wound on the side of Chen Feng's neck, causing her to feel somewhat flustered. She slowly said, "You're injured."

Chen Feng paused for a moment, then raised his head and touched his neck, and then he saw some blood on his hands. He sighed lightly and said helplessly, "Damn it."

After that, he walked up to pick up the medicine box and walked into the bathroom. Xia Mu Ling, who was at the side, paused for a moment and followed him, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Chen Feng looked at his wound in the mirror. There was still some blood on it. He let out a long sigh. He had been too careless just now.

He turned on the tap and washed his wounds. Then, he took out the alcohol to disinfect them. Xia Mu Ling, who was at the side, felt pain. The man before her seemed to be completely unaffected.

"Does it hurt?"

Xia Mu Ling slowly asked with a slightly astonished expression on her face.