Ye Siyuan looked up and saw the bloodstains marring the white cashmere sweater Si Lisao was wearing.
It wasn't Si Lisao's blood, but what he had picked up along the way.
It made Si Lisao look both wild and disheveled.
Ye Siyuan's nose tingled as she said, "I don't even want to watch the movie anymore. You've dirtied the sweater I knitted for you. It took me over a month!"
Si Lisao looked down, staring at his sweater. "It's only dirty from the movie. After the movie ends and we return to reality, it will be clean. Don't worry. I cherish this sweater very much."
He squatted down, rolled up her pant leg, and checked her ankle. It was already a deep purple.
Si Lisao's cold eyes were terrifyingly deep.
Ye Siyuan also said, "It only hurts in the movie. In the real world, it'll be fine. It's just movie effects. But I must have looked so cool with that kick just now, right? Did I captivate you?"
