"Don't stop sending whatever you did today." Gong Chen pressed down on her body and continued to kiss her.
But in the next second, Lin Zhiyi felt something sticky on her lips.
"You're bleeding."
She nervously pushed Gong Chen away and immediately grabbed a few tissues from the table to press against his nose.
"Third Young Master, what's wrong?"
Gong Chen frowned, "It's nothing, Jing City is too dry. It might be from waiting for the pastries in the wind just now."
Lin Zhiyi looked stunned, "You queued up to buy it yourself?"
"Hmm." Gong Chen changed the subject, "Get me a glass of water."
"Alright, wait a moment."
Lin Zhiyi quickly ran out of the room.
Once he confirmed she had left, Gong Chen took out a very small bottle from his inner pocket and poured a pill into his mouth.
While waiting for the medication to take effect, he clenched his fist, the veins on the back of his hand protruding under a thin layer of cold sweat.