Weakness?!

In the intimate confines of the room, Lin Xue ushered Wang Xiao towards the comforting embrace of the familiar bed.

The room's scent instantly transported them back in time, triggering a wave of nostalgia and déjà vu.

"What were you thinking, trying to wash it off with water!?" Lin Xue's reprimand erupted suddenly, catching him off guard. His face contorted into a frown as he pondered her question.

"Ugh! Whatever, give me your mother's phone number," Lin Xue sighed, her voice carrying a resigned tone as she studied his bewildered expression.

Wang Xiao hesitated, uncertainty creeping into his voice. "Is calling her really necessary?"

Lin Xue crouched down, locking her intense gaze with his. "Boy, tell me what's going on in that head of yours. First, you tried to wash the injury, and now you're hesitating to call home? Do you want to just sit here, bleeding and die?"

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