C207 The Little Bastard Is up to No Good

The gentle touch went from his cheek to the corner of his mouth. Jing Mo quietly watched as the white tissue was dyed red.

Even after wiping his face, his mouth was still filled with the smell of blood. Jing Mo's eyelashes trembled slightly. He raised his hand and gently pushed Feng Lee's hand away. "It's okay. I'll go back and rinse my mouth."

Feng Lee paused. "Okay, let's go back