Chapter 3B

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Mouth like a Lotus Flower, Heart like a Sword

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When Han Jia came back with the medicine box, Jiang Xiao Ning was standing at the same spot, with his hand touching his lips as if thinking about something

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When Han Jia came back with the medicine box, Jiang Xiao Ning was standing at the same spot, with his hand touching his lips as if thinking about something. He then looked up, watched Han Jia walking in, and slowly said, "You had bit me once before."

Han Jia placed the medicine box on the table and opened the drawer in search of something, completely ignoring him.

Jiang Xiao Ning's low voice came from behind him, but he could not make out his mood.

"You don't remember? The wound is still there, do you want to see it?"

Once Han Jia found what he wanted to use, he turned around only to see that Jiang Xiao Ning was in the process of unbuttoning his shirt.

"I don't want to see it," Han Jia said with a frown then reached for Jiang Xiao Ning's right hand.

This time around, Jiang Xiao Ning obediently stretched his hand out. Under the light, he saw the hideous teeth marks and bloodstains, before Han Jian grabbed the sterilized cotton ball and alcohol and cleaned the wound for him first. Then, he picked up a dark porcelain bottle and poured out some deep yellow powder substance.

That substance was a kind of local medicine that was rather effective in stopping bleedings. The only thing was, the pain that followed was surely not little. Han Jia carefully applied the medicine for him in a seemingly slow manner. However, Jiang Xiao Ning looked as though he did not feel any pain at all and simply kept quiet.

Even when Han Jia was bandaging his hand, he still did not speak. His head was lowered as he silently stared at their hands, lost in thoughts.

Once Han Jia was done and turned around to clean things up, Jiang Xiao Ning finally took a step forward. He propped both his hands on either side of the table and hugged Han Jia in his arms.

The light in the room was very bright, and their reflections on the glass door were also pretty clear. Their posture simply made it look as though they were a pair of lovers. Han Jia looked up at him and tightened his brows just the slightest.

Jiang Xiao Ning laughed and whispered in his ear. "I can definitely fuck you once tonight. If you don't believe me, do you want to give it try?"

"Sorry, there's class tomorrow," Han Jia replied coldly, slamming the scissor and gauze, that had yet to leave his hand, onto the table.

Jiang Xiao Ning's voice nearly filled with disdain, "As long as you don't stab me to death, I will want to fuck you."

Han Jia felt that it was truly unbelievable, as he faced Jiang Xiao Ning's reflection and laughed coldly. "Jiang Xiao Ning, you bastard, you haven't changed at all."

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