The destructive power of jealousy, once condoned, is astounding.
Yu Xia felt as though the place where Xie Qingci bit her hand was almost blooming with flowers, her skin tingled and felt strangely burning.
Fortunately, he still knew some boundaries, didn't linger too long, and soon let go of her hand, bringing silence to the room.
The other two groups were sound asleep, unaware of the situation in the corner.
The first thing Yu Xia did when she woke up the next day was check the condition of her wrist.
There were no marks on the back of her hand, but a faint bruise was on the inside of her wrist, exactly at the place where the pulse is felt in traditional Chinese medicine, and she could clearly feel her pulse beating when she touched it with her fingers.
With a calm expression, she rubbed her wrist, letting her arm hang naturally so no one could see the small red mark.
Today, they were headed to the second location, and everyone went their separate ways near the tavern.
