"You scared me to death..." He Wenyu shook off Qhianqhian's hand, her face full of grievance. "I wasn't scared to death by that sewing needle, I was scared to death by you. Why'd you scream? What bit you?"
Qhianqhian looked at the red ring on He Wenyu's wrist and felt a bit guilty, then glanced at the sewing needle stuck in her own lower abdomen...
"Doesn't it hurt?" She swallowed, hesitating as she looked at He Wenyu.
"How could it not hurt? Do you have any idea how strong you are? Good thing you only grabbed and held on. If you'd actually squeezed I'd have a comminuted fracture by now, wouldn't I?" He Wenyu pouted, carefully checking that there was no bruising, then curled her lips and said, "What bit you?"
Mo calmly touched his nose on the side, then casually turned and went out to get something, clearly not intending to explain anything to Qhianqhian.
