Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai took the oil lamp from his hand, then handed him the small knife she was holding.
He took the knife and made a cut on his left arm.
The wound was as deep as Xiaomai's, and blood seeped out.
He bent down to lick his wound, just as he had done for Xiaomai.
"Alright, just wait." He raised his head after licking the wound and subconsciously looked at Xiaomai, who was standing opposite him.
Xiaomai was watching him closely.
Her peony-shaped eyes were shimmering, never blinking as they stared at him.
He felt a sudden jolt in his chest as if he had been hit by something, which made him halt his breath.
His lips pressed into a line, his gaze dropped quickly.
Xiaomai in front of him was distractingly beautiful.
Seeing him like this, Xiaomai also felt somewhat ill at ease.
She coughed twice, raising the oil lamp to her own arm.
"Huh?" Her eyes widened in surprise.
Upon hearing her voice, he immediately looked over.