"It's my fault," the blood on the man's body had almost dried, but the smell lingered. His arm encircled her waist once again as he comforted her in a low voice, "I was wrong about this matter. You've been cold to me for a month, I've learned my lesson. From now on, I will prioritize your feelings in any decision I make and will try to discuss things with you. Don't ignore me, okay?"
Wen Yi didn't say anything for a while, neither continuing to argue nor relenting.
Mo Shichen leaned in, gently pecking at her cheek, intermittently kissing her.
"Alright," Wen Yi said, smelling the unpleasant scent of blood mixed with alcohol on his body and wrinkling her nose slightly in disgust, "Let's talk about our issues later. With all the trouble you go through, you might just have a short life. You always smell so bad, and the doctor said you have a concussion. Doesn't it hurt?"
The man looked at her and nodded, "Headache, dizziness, a bit nauseous, it's very uncomfortable."
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