Ding Yiyi's head couldn't help but buckle on the keyboard and immediately lifted it up again. Her eyelids were shaking up and down. It was already ten o'clock in the evening. She was so sleepy.

"It hurts!" Ding Yiyi sobbed, wretchedly covering his forehead, took off his finger, and knocked a bloodstain on his head.

Ye Nianmo approached and frowned at Ding Yiyi's wound and took out a bandage from the cupboard. "How did you get a Band-Aid?" Ding Yiyi asked curiously.

Ye Nianmo leaned close to Ding Yiyi and tore up the bandage and put it on Ding Yiyi's forehead. He said faintly, "Ao Xue is afraid of pain....