Nie Jiuque had just withdrawn his hand when Wen Xiao'ai's accusatory voice rang out: "What were you just doing?"
Nie Jiuque looked at her, ignoring Wen Xiao'ai's tense little face. The pale lips beneath his mask lifted into a pleasing arc.
"You're awake."
His voice carried a hint of amusement, sounding very pleasant.
"Answer me, what were you doing?" Nie Jiuque's reaction made Wen Xiao'ai frown immediately.
She instinctively assumed he was evading out of guilt.
"What do you think I would do?"
"Did you go to the Cat Demon Clan?"
"..." Nie Jiuque's hand, resting on his leg, unconsciously tightened briefly before relaxing.
"No."
"Then what's with the smell of blood on you?" Clearly, Wen Xiao'ai didn't believe him, her hostility and wariness undiminished.
"Couldn't it be my own?"
"..." Wen Xiao'ai hesitated, clearly not expecting him to say such a thing.
He continued speaking: "Couldn't it be that I got injured myself? Why do you always think the worst of me?"
