Fortunately, he was asleep. Lanxi put down the cup, walked over, squatted down, and gently grabbed the sofa with his hands. For some unknown reason, she wanted to see what the wound on his head that was stitched and unzipped looked like.
His white fingers cut off his thick hair and scratched him gently like a cat. After a long while, he finally saw his wound.
It was terrifying.
If it wasn't for the fact that his hair was covering his face, arms, and hands, just how terrifying would it be?
Her long eyelashes trembled, and there was a trace of confusion in her watery eyes. She touched it as if she was feeling a little pain. Suddenly, the big hand on her forehead suddenly woke up and grabbed her impulsive little hand. A cold voice as cold as ice spread in the large living room. "Have you
