She was a little upset and ended up biting down hard.
Only when she tasted blood did she quickly unclench her jaw.
She looked down and had a shock.
There was a deep bite mark on the back of Mo Yesi's hand.
And it was bleeding a little.
Qiao Mianmian was flustered. She picked up his hand carefully and said, "I-I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry, is it very painful?"
Mo Yesi looked down at the girl whose eyes were filled with worry and self-reproach. His heart went soft, and when he spoke again, it was with a gentle voice. "Baby, don't cry, it doesn't hurt."
"How could it not." Qiao Mianmian looked up with teary eyes. "I-I bit you until you bled. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to. If you're really hurting, you can… you can bite me back."
Qiao Mianmian actually had a very low pain tolerance.
But at this point, she was sticking her hand out for him.
Mo Yesi looked at the tiny, tender, and soft hands before him. He stopped for a moment before smiling.
