Hearing the sound, Nolan He turned his head, smoothed the broken hair on his forehead with his fingers, and walked over, his lips moved but he didn't speak.
For some reason, Kendrick Xi felt a little guilty and moved his gaze downwards, landing on the wound on Nolan He's waist.
The clothes there were torn, and a bit of the body was exposed. Most of the flesh and blood was cut and solidified, but there were still dots of bright red on the blood scabs.
Kendrick Xi frowned slightly: "Is your waist okay?"
"You'd better care about yourself first." Nolan He looked down at the young man who was tied to the bed.
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