"Hiss--"
The intense pain forced tears from Charlotte's eyes before she could react, her cheek was suddenly pinched. Leandro had stood up at some point, his right hand gripping her cheek.
"First, spit out the ribs."
Only then did Charlotte realize, and quickly spat out the ribs.
The hand that had been pinching her cheek was withdrawn, and Leandro handed her a cup of warm water, "Where did you bite?"
"Tongue."
"What were you thinking about so seriously?"
She took a sip of water, retracted her tongue, and subconsciously responded, "A matter of a hundred million."
As soon as the words were spoken, Charlotte was stunned.
She's really not usually like this, she must have been blinded by that one hundred million today.
She glanced at Leandro across from her, "That's not what I meant."
