Just when he was unbearably irritated, suddenly a warm and soft touch came upon the back of his hand.
Only to see the little girl who called him Bro-brother squatting on the Chair barefooted, extending her Fist-sized small hand, touching the wound on the back of his hand.
He didn't utter a sound.
The little girl had already imitated the 'hiss hiss', the sound of sucking in a breath from the pain, as if she was the one hurt.
Her small Body shook slightly, then she turned her head, looked up at him, and urgently said, "Blood..."
"Dad, blood..."
"Blood, blood, hurt."
Li Beijue's annoyed mood was instantly shattered by her, his thin lips pressed tightly into a straight line, then he put her back on the sickbed, stood up, bent down, "It doesn't hurt, Nuonuo be good, go to sleep for a while."
"Dad... it hurts..."
Nuonuo disobeyed, standing up to chase after him.
Li Beijue watched with his heart pounding and quickly grabbed her, pressing the bedside bell.
