Jiang Tingxu had never fought or hurt anyone in her entire life.
When she saw the fresh teeth marks on Mo Boyuan's chin, she could barely look at them. She felt guilty and flustered.
"Where's the medical kit?" She asked stiffly.
The man shrugged. How could his chin not hurt from being bitten? However, even if it hurt, he was more happy than anything.
Letting this girl take a bite would at least release some of her hatred.
Moreover, Mo Boyuan knew Jiang Tingxu's character very well. She was a tough-talking but soft-hearted girl.
Therefore, the suggestion to let her take another two bites was not a joke.
It was best for her to take a few more bites all at once, so that she could vent all the pent-up anger and hatred in her heart.
But clearly, this girl did not fall for it!
Jiang Tingxu had no idea that the man before her was so conniving. She got up to search the room for a first aid kit.
