awww
такая милота
Ло за него переживаЭ

Luo Binghe stepped closer; Shen Qingqiu had no choice but to use his sword.

He had already mentally prepared himself for Xiu Ya to turn into scrap metal, but to his shock, Luo Binghe seemed to suddenly realize something. He froze for a moment and suddenly removed the demonic energy from his palm, directly intercepting the edge of the sword with his hand.

Shen Qingqiu didn’t think the sword would actually pierce him. This was already the second time! As Shen Qingqiu stared blankly in shock, Luo Binghe chopped down on Shen Qingqiu’s wrist. The pain made Shen Qingqiu’s grip loosen. The sword fell to the ground and was kicked away by Luo Binghe.
Luo Binghe held Shen Qingqiu’s wrist tightly in one hand. Fresh blood flowed down from his palm, soaking Shen Qingqiu’s sleeve. The blood kept on flowing down continuously, filling his heart with panic. In the midst of this confusing situation, Luo Binghe turned his hand over: “You’ve been infected?”

Shen Qingqiu’s wrist had a few more scattered little red spots compared to earlier in the day.
Luo Binghe’s long slender fingers swept over the red spots. Under his fingertips, the spots began to fade away like ink being washed away by water.
Sure enough, for Luo Binghe, this little thing was not a threat at all.

The expression on Luo Binghe’s face relaxed a bit. He said, “This hand of Shizun’s is really plagued with misfortune.” (с)

блин я так всю новеллу скопирую XDD