The pain is not felt for a while, but it gradually deepens.

A warm stream flowed down from his nostrils, and the nosebleed flowed down his mouth on Zhou Yinghuai's chest.

He stretched out his hand and wiped it off for her, but it was not tears, it was not water, and the more he wiped it, the more messy it became, and between his fingers, her cheeks, and her lips were all bright red.

Zhou Yinghuai's movements were still a little rough.

"It hurts......

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