Leo xun didn't react and looked at his wrist along where Su Yaoyao's gaze fell.
When he handed the grapes just now, he stretched out his right hand as a habit - the hand holding the sword, which was also the hand that was scratched by a hidden weapon on the martial arts stage.
Su Yaoyao arched his fingers to push open his folded cuffs, and slowly traced them upward along the direction of the veins. The fingertips were warm and rubbed against the hanging soft sleeves, bringing with it a slight itch.
The grape was not taken away, but rolled to the corner of the table along Leo xun's fingertips. Leo xun's fingers trembled and he subconsciously wanted to take them back. But Su Yaoyao held it down and didn't let him do what he wanted. He softly said "Hey" and asked him, "Senior brother, what's wrong with your hand?"
Can't hide it. Leo xun said truthfully: "I accidentally got stabbed in the fight before. It's a small injury, but it doesn't matter."
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