"Ouch..."
The sound of pain came from the bathroom and clearly fell into Catherine's ears.
Shocked, she hurriedly opened the bedroom door and rushed to the bathroom with hurry footsteps.
When she came to the bedroom, she saw Michael crawling on the ground. Seeing this, she couldn't help but let out a giggle.
Hearing this, Michael turned his head and looked at the woman who was standing behind him, covering her mouth and laughing at him.
Two lines of nosebleeds flowed out of his nostrils.
'What the f*ck!'
'It's so embarrassing.'
'Today, I'm so ashamed of myself.'
Michael wanted to die now. 'This damn jerk! What on earth am I doing!'
"Are you okay? Can you still stand up? Do you want to stop the bleeding and wash up first?"
Catherine's voice came behind. There was still concern in her tone, which showed that this woman still cared about him.
"There's no need. It's just a little nosebleed. It's not that big of a deal."
Michael lay prone on the floor, waved his hand at the woman behind him, and said.
"I'll go and get you some styptic cotton."
Catherine opened her mouth and said. In the end, she turned around and went back to the bedroom to get the styptic cotton.
Michael struggled to stand up from the ground and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror.
Sigh.
"He really has a bad look on his face."
The handsomeness of the past had long disappeared, and there was only endless resentment in his eyes.
Soon, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the outside. Catherine came over with a small medicine box.
Looking at the Catherine's skillful and agile movements, Michael originally wanted to ask himself to come over, but her actions were done in one smooth motion. She opened the small medicine chest and quickly took out the blood styptic cotton, and then reached towards his face.
Seeing this, Michael sighed in his heart.
'Alas, the dignity of a man today was completely gone.'
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