C213 attitude of the sowthistle

Jue Ji was panting on the ground, he glanced at Lu Yifeng who was leaning on the tea table on the other side. How many bruises were there on his forehead, and how many colors were hanging on his nose, the blood on the corner of his mouth had already dried up. The casual clothes he was wearing was currently draped crookedly over Lu Yifeng's body