C391 I'm Gay

In a quiet single room, Yin Ying Di was sitting next to the unconscious Qian Xi with an expressionless face.

There was a deep bite mark on the back of his skinny hand, and there were some scratches on it.

His soulless eyes glanced at his wound. "Heh..." He smiled faintly. These injuries could be considered a special 'memento', right?

He slowly reached out and grabbed Qian Xi's cold little hand