Ou Mingxuan put the medical kit on the bedside, lit a cigarette, glanced at her sideways, and said with a full dose of sarcasm, "How's the injury?"
"Not dying yet!" Xia Yuxun replied sullenly.
Ou Mingxuan sneered, "What a pity."
"..." Xia Yuxun was speechless, was this man here just to rub salt in her wounds?
The more Ou Mingxuan looked at her, the angrier he got, and he snuffed out his cigarette harshly, "Xia Yuxun! What will it take for you to give up on that bastard! I'm telling you..."
Before he could finish, he choked on his own saliva, his cheeks flushed a tint of red, mumbling something as he turned away from her.
Xia Yuxun was pulling her clothes down to her shoulder to apply medicine, holding her shoulder with one hand, biting the gauze with the other end in her mouth, and asked unclearly, "Telling me what?"
Ou Mingxuan paced to the window, "I can't be bothered to tell you!"
