After taking a medicinal bath all night, the injuries on An Rong's body were obviously healed. Misha almost didn't close her eyes all night and came to his room early the next morning.
"Sister Sha, you're here!" Yu Yi has been taking care of An Rong and was very happy to see Misha, "Sister Sha, sit here!"
"How is An Rong?" Misha observed his injuries and avoided his legs intentionally or unintentionally.
"Visa is really powerful. After just a few hours of soaking, the young master's injury has healed. It's more effective than those antibiotics!"
"That's good..." Misha looked at his face, which was still pale and her eyes were closed tightly. She had not regained consciousness since last night.
"Sister Sha, I'm going to prepare clothes for the young master." Yu Yi said and went out.
Misha took the towel and wiped away the fine sweat on his forehead, "You, list all the people who beat you, and I will avenge you later! I promise to beat them to death.
I don’t even know him!”
Getting close to him, she stared at his closed eyes and murmured, "An Rong, do you want to be the third person to break my heart?" He still didn't respond, Misha sighed, lowered her head,
Stick it on his arm.
The person who was originally in a daze slowly opened his eyes, lowered his head and looked at her, and asked softly, "Who are the first and second...?"
Misha suddenly raised her head, and when she met his gaze, her smile instantly bloomed, but it lasted for less than two seconds. She immediately turned cold, shook off his hand, and stared at him, "If you dare to seek death again,
, I will put AV on your grave, so that you will not be able to live in peace every day!"
An Rong raised his eyebrows and stroked his eyebrows helplessly. He had reason to believe that only she could do such a thing.
He wanted to sit up, but he had no strength, but his body was warm, so he simply lay there and said with a smile, "You just said that I was the third person to break your heart, those... two
Who is it?"
Misha looked away, as if she didn't want to talk more, "Why are you asking so many questions? Do you want to kill them for me?"
An Rong shook his head, "The person who can break your heart must be very important to you. I can't do that."
Misha squinted her eyes, "Oh~ I understand. After all, are you trying to put money on your own face?"
Lou Rong laughed, "No need to post it, I'm sure." As she said that, her eyes burst out with a charming luster that made her blush and her heart beat. "You have begun to like me, I know."
Misha's face suddenly turned red, and she turned around with her back to him, "I'm warning you, don't be complacent, don't be pretentious, and don't leak secrets!"
The smile on An Rong's face deepened, "Then tell me, who are those two people?" After a pause, he said, "What's Mi En's rank?"
Misha adjusted her sitting position uncomfortably, remained silent for a moment, and said vaguely, "The woman who gave birth to me was the first one! The rest... you can guess by yourself!"
An Rong raised his eyebrows and counted on his fingers, "Your mother is the first, your brother is the second, and I am the third..." He deliberately emphasized the word "brother", and after counting, he
He laughed and said, "Well, I am not at a disadvantage if I am ranked behind your two closest relatives." He brushed aside the previous relationship between Mi En and Misha without any trace.
Misha turned her head and curled her lips, "Are you proud of breaking my heart?"
An Rong shook his head honestly and nodded again, "I'm quite proud that you can remember me."
Misha was so angry that she punched him in the chest, "If you're pretentious, you'll get punched!"
An Rong was in pain and said helplessly, "I'm so sick, don't I have any privileges?"
"Yes!" Misha glared at him, "The privilege is that you must get well immediately! Don't use those weird excuses to die early. Have you paid the toll to the underworld? Do you know whether they charge it or not?
You? Do you think you can die just because you want?!"
When Misha opened her eyes, she looked like a sharp beauty with a strong aura that no one dared to offend. An Rong looked at her and suddenly smiled, and that smile made Misha angry.
After laughing enough, he nodded generously in agreement, "Okay, since you want me to live so much, then I will reluctantly stay with you."
Misha's eyebrows twitched vaguely twice. Although she wanted to continue to greet him twice, she still endured it and solemnly extended her finger. Not afraid that he would laugh again, she said seriously, "Pull the hook!"
She only believed in someone who swore to a lamp to be struck by lightning!
An Rong stared at her, smiled, stretched out his fingers to hook up with her and stamped her.
How could he close his eyes with her by his side?
With his assurance, Misha was in a good mood instantly, with more smiles on her face and brighter eyes. She helped him up and arranged the pillows so that he could lean on them more comfortably. "Come on, now it's my turn to ask the question."
Already."
An Rong was puzzled, "What's the problem?"
"You draw me all the people who beat you, and I will help you avenge them!"
Seeing that she was speaking seriously, An Rong laughed out loud, "Are you serious?"
"Of course!" Misha nodded firmly, "I really want to avenge you!"
Did she look like she was joking?
"They are also acting under orders, there is no need to blame them." An Rong took it very lightly, but Misha was not happy, "I don't care whether they are following orders or not. The big boss wants to be taken down, but I don't care about the little soldiers under him.
You can’t let it go either! Okay, stop talking nonsense and give me the portrait!”
"...Can't you just not draw?"
"no!"
"...Give me a pen and paper."
As soon as Yu came in, he saw the young master sitting on the bed, holding a pen and paper in his hand, sketching something seriously. Misha was nestled beside the bed, staring intently, with eyes that sometimes seemed to burst out of fire.
Very scary.
Yu Yi leaned forward and saw that the young master was painting, one after another of portraits. An Rong was good at painting. He could capture the characteristics of the characters with just a few strokes, and he could identify who they were at a glance.
Yu Yi asked curiously, "Master, why are you painting so many portraits?"
Misha didn't even raise her head and said coldly, "Be a living target."
Yu Yi was so frightened by her appearance that he shuddered. He cleverly ran to the other side, put his clothes aside, and then went to the door to push the wheelchair in. He already knew last night that the young master's legs were impossible.
He stood up again. Feeling sad, he went to find Ito and got this wheelchair.
"Okay." An Rong finally finished the painting and carefully drew the people and handed them to Misha.
Misha's eyes were glowing green, and she said with a ferocious smile, "Leave these people to me!"
An Rong also nodded and said seriously, "Avenge me."
Misha clenched her fists, nodded vigorously, turned around and ran out.
It wasn't until this moment that Yu Yi asked, "Master, do you really want Sister Sha to go find them for revenge?"