Having said that, she stood up.
Just as she was about to flee, a warmth suddenly spread through her nostrils.
It seemed like there was a liquid flowing out of her nose.
Instinctively, she reached up to wipe it and ended up with a hand smeared in crimson.
Indeed, it seemed misfortunes often come together.
What was the difference between her situation and a sleazy man bleeding from the nose while watching adult films?
Tang Li pressed her right hand firmly on her nose, only wanting to hurry back to the guest room.
But it was no use. The blood kept seeping through her fingers, blooming like blossoms of blood on the floor tiles.
Then, a man's broad hand appeared at the back of her head.
Tang Li tilted her head back, her neck muscles touching the man's dry, rough palm. When the towel covered her mouth and nose, her disheveled state was brought to an end.
"Let's go outside," said Song Baiyan's steady voice by her ear.
Tang Li took the towel.
