His blood type is 032

  "Let me go! I haven't had enough of beating you yet!" Wang Hai shouted.

  "Are you satisfied now, Wang Hai? Do you want your whole family to be buried with you?!" Cui Fan shouted, raising his hand and slapping Wang Hai in the face.

  Wang Hai suddenly came to, his eyes falling on Jun Jin Yan's body. The white clothes were in disarray, and what was most shocking was the streak of blood that had slid down from his forehead.

  Everyone knows about your family's protective nature and revenge. How many people who have offended your family can still be safe?

  With a terrified look at Jun Jin Yan, Wang Hai finally started to get scared. After all, the influence of the Wang family in the military was far inferior to that of the Jun family. Not to mention Jun Lao Ye Zi, even Jun Jin Yan's older brother, Jun Jin Chen, could easily make him never turn over again in his life.

  Several people quickly pulled Wang Hai away. Cui Fan ran hastily to Jun Jianyan's side and asked, "How are you?"

  But Jun Jian didn't listen to Cui Fan's words at all, he just lowered his head and held Xie Qi in his arms like a treasure.

  Blood, drop by drop, fell from his forehead onto her collar, arm...

  When Xia Qi finally managed to poke her head out of Jun Jianyan's arms, what she saw was his face covered in blood.

  This was the first time she saw him in such a miserable state, those beautiful phoenix eyes were staring at her steadily, and the long eyelashes were covered with blood.

  "Why did you let him hit you, why didn't you fight back?" Xia Qi asked. His current appearance made her anxious. She hastily pulled out a handkerchief from her body and wiped the blood on his face, "Where were you hit? The head? Does it hurt?" A string of questions poured out of her mouth.

  He still just looked at her, his blood-stained eyes blinking lightly, "It hurts, but you don't like it, so I won't do it."

  She stared at him in shock, never expecting such words to come out of his mouth. So... he endured the beating without fighting back, just because she didn't like it?

  Choi Fan, who was standing beside him, also looked surprised after hearing this. After a long while, he raised his hand to support Jun Jin and said, "I'll take you to the hospital now."

  "It's nothing." The gentleman replied with a slight frown.

  "Go to the hospital." This time, without waiting for Cui Fan's pleading gaze, Xia Qi had already spoken up first.

  Jun spoke in a low voice, his lips pursed tightly shut. Xia Qi felt her fingers trembling violently as she held the handkerchief that was already soaked with his blood. "Even if you don't like hospitals, but you've lost so much blood now, no matter what, we have to go to the hospital!"

  His eyelashes flickered and he hummed a low "uh-huh", then said to Cui Fan, "This time I got hurt, don't tell my family."

  Choi Fan smiled bitterly and said, "Even if I don't say it, someone will. With so many people watching just now, do you think your family's affairs are that easy to hide?"

  Jun spoke cautiously and didn't say anything else, letting Cui Fan help him onto the car. His right hand, however, held onto Xia Qi's hand from start to finish, refusing to let go.

  When the car was halfway there, Jun Jin's words seemed to be due to blood loss, and he was a bit limp, leaning heavily on Xia Qi's shoulder.

  The light in the carriage, with a hint of dim yellow, she lowered her head and looked at his originally fair skin, which was now almost transparent under the cover of bloodstains.