Tong Sanlang smeared his saliva around the wound, feeling somewhat awkward about this unusual act. He uncomfortably rubbed his nose. "Let's see."
Qiao Xiaomai gave him a speechless look. "So, your saliva can make my wound scab in an instant."
No need to wait, really.
At her words, Tong Sanlang looked down at the wound.
Another bead of blood oozed out.
...
Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, "So my saliva doesn't work on your wound?"
Tong Sanlang was silent for a moment before replying, "Correct."
"That's strange then. My saliva doesn't work on my wound, it doesn't work on yours either. Your saliva doesn't work on your wound, but it works wonders for mine." Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
So what was going on?
"It seems like that so far." Tong Sanlang commented.
Qiao Xiaomai, ".....So, if I get hurt in the future, I can come to you?"
So that was the conclusion of their little experiment?
"It's better not to get hurt."
Qiao Xiaomai "....."