This bastard, isn't he always dressed in black from head to toe? Why is he wearing a white shirt to scare me today? Is he seeking death?
He hugged me tightly, not allowing me to break away.
Blood gushes out, completely soaking my clothes, and my white sweatshirt turns completely blood-colored.
I grabbed his clothes with my little hands and begged him to go to the school doctor's office with tears streaming down my face. If this continued, he would bleed to death!!
Mo Chuchen, this big monster, actually smiled slightly, his eyes full of satisfaction, "Are these tears for me?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Please...go to treatment, please, wuwuwu...don't do this, I'm so scared, really scared...please..." I cried.
Tears, I don't know why I am like this at this moment, I only know that if he dies, my heart will be broken.
Why is Mo Chuchen, who is arrogant and domineering, looks so cold, but is actually stinky and narcissistic, covered in blood, pale, and as weak as a bled rabbit in front of me right now?
I just felt like I lost my backbone and collapsed all of a sudden.
Although he is more beautiful when his edges and corners are gone, his weakness makes me at a loss as to what to do and so panicked...
After hearing my pleading and receiving my affirmation, his eyes shone with extreme ecstasy, sparkling brightly, more dazzling than the stars in the sky or the diamonds on his fingertips.
That gleam of light turned into a smile, blooming at the corner of his lips. I lowered my head and kissed my tears away gently with his cold lips, "The tears shed for me...little baby, you are more healing than any panacea..."
There was a sudden commotion outside, and many people rushed in, only to see Mo Chuchen lying weakly in my arms.
And I was sitting helplessly in a pool of blood, with tears streaming down my face.
The little bit of blood on my body has long been covered up by his blood. Between two bloody men, who can tell whose blood it is?
It turns out that he came up with this method to cover up my embarrassing red color!!
Idiot!! Idiot!!!
"Master!!" Mo Chuchen's subordinates rushed over to help him up.
"Hurry up and chase, there is an assassin." He said this very well, so a few of his subordinates quickly pretended to chase him.
As for Mo Chuchen and I, amidst everyone's surprised cries, we were carried out by them.
Song Sitian couldn't believe the scene in front of her. She stared at the two people with big eyes. She never thought that a plan she had worked hard on would be ruined by him!
Mo Chuchen, this ungrateful and ungrateful man, dares to offend her? Isn't it amazing that he is a gangster?
She is the mayor's daughter. They say that the people do not fight with the officials. Even if you are from the underworld, you cannot be so overestimating your abilities!!
However, even though Mo Chuchen was injured, a cold look in his eyes still scared her so much that she almost fell to the ground. It was so terrifying!!
Mo Chuchen's body was cold, and I wanted to use my body temperature to warm him, but I had no strength left. My body felt so uncomfortable, and my heart had just been hit hard. I stumbled and fainted...
Mo Chuchen was not unconscious, but he was a little tired. His strong body made it difficult for him to fall down so easily.
He stretched out his hand and took the little girl's body, like a wounded tiger guarding its prey, saying to himself, "I will never let it go to you this time!"