Lu Beiyao stopped and looked at her, "Of course I care. If you're crushed by them all at once, who would I seek out bit by bit to pay for your life?"
Li Siru raised her burned arm and placed it in front of him, the patch of purple-red growing heavier, as if the blood would spill out at any moment!
She swung her arm slightly, "It's just a burn! Oh, and a bruise! It's not going to kill me. This counts as helping you torment me too!"
She spoke casually, without a hint of pain on her face.
Lu Beiyao suddenly grasped her arm, holding that blood-soaked redness, as if really wanting to squeeze it until the blood flowed.
She only frowned in pain but bit her lip and made no sound.
Lu Beiyao forcefully led her to the room, then almost rudely tossed her onto the sofa. When Li Siru thought he was going to do something, he unexpectedly took out the medical kit from the drawer and started applying ointment to her arm.
Pain! Cool yet hurting!
But she pursed her lips, remained silent!
