Bo Jinke was covered in cold sweat, his teeth clenched tight, enduring the pain through sheer willpower as his gaze burned with what looked like a desire to kill her.
Xu Shiyan had no choice but to brave Bo Jinke's glare, reaching out to tear away the sleeve of his shirt.
Though she had mentally prepared herself, the sight of the wound on Bo Jinke's arm still made Xu Shiyan's expression involuntarily grow grave.
Chapter 39