C81 Beside Her

Qian Duojing reached out her hand and carefully touched the hair on his forehead that was covered in blood. When her fingertips touched his forehead, Xue Zhengchao seemed to be startled and took a step back.

"Dirty."

He spat out this word from between his tightly pursed lips.

Qian Duojing said anxiously, "At this time, you still care about these things? Come in with me