Ye Xiao reached her hand toward the damp area and touched it.
The sensation felt like water, but there was something off, as if it were sticky.
In the darkness, she brought her hand back to her nose, and there it was—the smell of blood, not water but blood.
She was resting on his arm, and his arm was bleeding.
Ye Xiao's sleepiness vanished in an instant, as she got up from the bed and turned on the bedside lamp.
Indeed, his white shirt had already been stained a bright red with blood, spreading even to the pillow.
"It's nothing, just a minor wound," he said.
Qiao Si's tone was light, as if the person bleeding wasn't himself.
"Let me see."
Before Qiao Si could cover his arm, she had already pulled up his sleeve.
"This is a scratch from a gun."
Ye Xiao recognized the cause of the wound at a glance.
"The wound has been treated already; it's fine," he said.
Qiao Si watched the girl's frowning face, he really didn't like to see her frown.