Xiao Lan Beauty looked at Ye Long with a hint of helplessness and said, "Long, don't you feel there's something different about you?"
Ye Long shrugged and responded, "Nope, don't feel anything. What's up? What's different?"
"Long, you... you're bleeding from your nose!" Xiao Lan Beauty pointed at Ye Long with evident exasperation, the nosebleed almost dripping down to his mouth, and Ye Long hadn't even noticed.
Right from the beginning, when Ye Long caught sight of Xiao Lan's chest, a stream of blood had started flowing straight out of his nostrils!
Seriously, this was just absurd!
"Huh?"
Ye Long froze for a moment, then quickly raised his hand to touch it. Sure enough, his palm came away smeared with blood!
Oh, come on, what's going on here? Why the hell am I having a nosebleed?
Ye Long realized he was becoming increasingly hopeless!
Xiao Lan Beauty, seeing Ye Long like this, couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter, utterly amused by his reaction.
