Chapter 277 Washing Hands to Make Soup for My Husband_1

Claudia Ross pouted and muttered with a touch of haughty pride, "Not bad."

"..."

Wyatt Perry's hand, which was wiping the nosebleed, paused, and he tossed the tissue into the trash can with a turn of his body.

The nosebleed hadn't stopped and continued to flow out.

In a blink, his lips and chin were covered in bright red blood.

Drip by drip, it fell, and soon his snowy white bathrobe was stained red.

Claudia Ross couldn't stand it any longer and frowned, complaining, "With so much blood, why aren't you wiping it away?"

His mouth covered in blood, Wyatt Perry couldn't speak; he simply raised an eyebrow at her and sat there motionless, like a statue.

In just a moment, the front of Wyatt Perry's bathrobe was covered in blood red.

Seeing the unperturbed Wyatt Perry filled Claudia Ross with restlessness, "Just wipe it off, or the blood will dry up."

Wyatt Perry turned his head slightly, looking at her, with a hint of a smile seeping into his eyes.