"Ink?" Yang Tao muttered doubtfully, turning around to look behind Ruan Jiaojiao, and indeed saw some small red marks on her clothes, not large, indeed resembling ink.
"Ah, there's another one, I'm looking at it and it really doesn't seem like ink, it looks like blood?" Because Ruan Jiaojiao was also trying hard to twist her body to see, the clothes on her body shifted and immediately another small red spot dyed her pink back.
Hearing this, Yang Tao also felt it looked like blood, not ink. She pressed on Ruan Jiaojiao's back, letting the fabric cling to the skin, and true enough, she saw that the previous small red spot had enlarged.
It was blood!
"It really is blood." Someone exclaimed.
"Jiaojiao, are you injured?"
"Quick, check it out, see where the bleeding is."
"Jiaojiao, does it hurt?"
