He released the hands that clamped hers and bent to kiss her again, but, regaining her freedom, Gu Nanqiao began punching him repeatedly in the back.
He had a wound on his back, and she had used all her strength, causing Huo Jingting to wince in pain, his fury growing deeper. A hoarse cry like that of a wounded beast escaped his throat as he kissed her even more fiercely.
In the struggle, his wound split open, and Gu Nanqiao touched a hand full of blood. Her heart panicked, and she dared not hit him anymore. Her hands instinctively grabbed his shoulders. "Why do you have a wound on your body?"
If it was from that burn, it should have healed long ago.
He was unmoved, rasping over her lips in almost a venting of pain or fury.
"Huo Jingting..." her voice choked as she called out to him, the mist in her eyes thickening. "Why do you have a wound on your body?"