C72 Masking Technique

Qing Xiaoxuan walked over. There was no change to her face at all. It was like a pool of stagnant water, making it hard for people to guess what she was thinking. She took out a tissue and gently wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth. I held her hand, but she didn't resist. She opened her mouth. "Are you done yet?"

I did not speak. I rolled over and sat up