Qu Mo Ying subconsciously looked down in the direction of his finger, it was his own cuffs, his clear almond eyes brought up a bit of confusion, not understanding what Pei Yuanjun meant by pointing at his own cuffs.

Pei Yuanjun reached out, took hold of her wrist and lifted it up, and only then did Qu Mo Ying see a few spots of blood on the sleeve of her wrist.

His hand was held by Pei Yuanjun, and pulling up his sleeve, he saw two scratches on his white and slender wrist, with ...