"Wen Shimo, the computer is my privacy, and looking into it without my consent is something I can sue you for," said Qiao Ran as she tried to pull Wen Shimo out of the room.
Overexerting herself, the Dragon Phoenix Locust within her body sensed her use of force and started to act up again.
Qiao Ran felt a pain in her chest as if it was being torn apart, which made her gasp for air, and then she tasted the salty tang of blood rising in her throat.
While Qiao Ran was trying to control and not spew the blood, Wen Shimo took advantage of her loosened grip to flip open the closed laptop.
Seeing this, Qiao Ran, in her urgency and anger, couldn't control the blood and spat it out.
Wen Shimo turned his head and saw a puddle of red on the pristine carpet; his eyes suddenly contracted, and he rushed over to catch Qiao Ran as she fell backward into his arms.
"Qiao Ran, what's wrong with you?" Wen Shimo's voice trembled, filled with fear and anxiety.