"What's wrong?" Ye Qingyu blinked and looked at him.
"Are you injured? I smell blood." Ever since he grew up in a pack of wolves, Ye Xuanye's sense of smell has always been sharper than that of ordinary people. He said, and immediately opened her quilt worriedly and asked for it.
Check her body.
Ye Qingyu's face suddenly turned green. She quickly stretched out her hand to press the quilt and screamed: "STOP!"
"Baby, are you injured somewhere? Let me see quickly." Ye Xuanye pulled her hand away, lifted the quilt off her body, then lowered his head and started to smell her body. He sniffed very seriously.