What's with the lipstick mark on your face?

"Xiao Jie, that brat, really is too fierce, what the heck is she filling her head with, thinking such dirty thoughts?"

"Xiao Jie, what the hell are you blabbering about? Go to hell!" Ling Xuejiu fumed, chasing after Li Mengjie with a spoon.

Li Mengjie chuckled, grabbed a kitchen knife, and ran outside, only to bump into Leng Xuan who was standing at the doorway. If Leng Xuan hadn't been quick enough to clamp the knife between his arms in the nick of time, he might have been severely injured.

"Ah!" Li Mengjie screamed, hastily backing up two steps. Seeing Leng Xuan with the knife clamped and bloodstains on his clothes, she thought he was injured and went pale, saying, "Cold Bodyguard, are you, are you okay?"

Leng Xuan felt a stir in his heart and wanted to tease the girl. After all, she always blackmailed him with the little thing between him and Xiao Yun. So he pretended to be severely injured, his face nearly contorted in pain, and he moaned softly.