Zhang Yunjie is adamant. "How can it be okay? Look at you. You are bleeding. Coach, do you want Lin Yanxian to dress it first?"
Although you can’t see the wound, it’s really oozing to bleed, and it’s always bad to play against the wound. "No coach" yan lin smeared a fruit and got a bloody hand. She was a little dizzy. Okay, let’s go.…