Chương 117: Blood Sugar

"Ouch..." Noah pulled back his arm. "Be gentle, Christy."

Christy pressed the disinfectant cotton ball on his forearm, "You deserve it! What were you thinking? You think you're a Superman? You jumped out of the car! The person in the car didn't hurt you, why did you jump out of the car?"

"Weren't I worried that he fell in love with me and took me home?" Noah blew his arm, because when he jumped out of the car, his arm acted as a cushion, but was hurt by a rock and a large piece of skin was rubbed off.

"I'm so worried, but you still have the mood to joke!" Christy patted him angrily.

"Alright, alright. Didn't I come back safe and sound?" Noah opened his arms to her. His other forearm was injured, so he just raised it up and said, "Come here, and give me a hug."

Christy avoided his injured forearm and hugged his neck. "We did it."

Noah was silent for a moment and he said, "No, one person died."