C235 His opinion

"What does your life or death have to do with me?" Murong Yue retracted his hand in disdain and wiped the blood off his face. On the bed, the man handed over his handkerchief. "Do I have to bandage it?" Hearing that, Murong Yue looked at him, pulling the handkerchief over his wrist.

Seeing her like this, Nalan Ruoming laughed softly: "Are you angry?"

Murong Yue did not speak either