Scissors fell to the ground with such force. Yan Qinghuan let out a low cry. Shen Weihuan finger was cut into a very deep wound. It was two inches long from the tiger's mouth to the palm.
Shen Weihuan voice was cold, as if it didn' t hurt at all." In the future, if you hurt yourself, I' ll accompany you." He raised his bloody hand and calmly tore off a sleeve and wrapped it around Yan Qinghuan neck.
His calm expression did not seem to hurt at all. He did not even frown. Yan Qinghuan stared blankly at the young man in front of him. Was he so ruthless towards him...
There was a black scarf around his neck. Shen Weihuan long and slender fingers flew over and carefully tied a bow.
Yan Qinghuan looked down and couldn' t help but laugh." How ugly."
"Then I' ll get you to dress it up for me.
