He suddenly came closer and pulled her clothes away from her shoulders.
"Go away -" Murong Qingshuang endured the pain and stepped back a little, and even tried to open his hand with a slap.
The man had sharp eyes and immediately retracted his hand. Her slap hit him directly, with a crisp sound and the slap was numb.
"I won't let you hit me." He simply sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes a little careless at this time, and looked at her shoulder, "Your injury needs to be treated, and to treat the wound, you need to take off your clothes.
The wound is exposed. If you don’t take it off? Then wait for death!”
He was a little rude when he spoke, and just sat next to her, with no intention of forcing her. Life or death was her choice.[
"I don't like to force myself." Seeing that Murong Qingshuang remained silent, he spoke again, "If your choice is to die, please tell me so that I can throw you out."
Murong Qingshuang stared at him alertly, trying to judge something from his expression.
She pulled on the clothes she had taken off, and the wound continued to expand during the bumps just now, bleeding all over her body, and it was still flowing out.
"Also, you are about to dirty my house." He reminded again, his voice became sonorous and powerful, extremely determined, "I will count to three, if you don't want to live, I will throw you out. I will do what I say."
!One, two..."
"I don't want to die!" When San was about to speak, she suddenly shouted, "I have never thought of giving up my life."
The man's tone finally became a little more relaxed, "That's alright, just take it off."
"Wait a minute." She frowned, still not believing this person, "Who are you?"
"Do you want to know who I am, or do you want to live?"
"What are you hiding?" Murong Qingshuang stared at him, "Why do you deliberately want to hide your voice? You have to suppress it so much... that you are neither a human nor a ghost!"
His eyes seemed to widen a little, "That's how I am, with a voice that is neither human nor ghost. If you keep talking nonsense, I will think you want to die?"
"Forget it." She said without any belief, "I'm not deaf. It's your fault that you want to hide it, but why should I believe that you are not harming me?"
Maybe even if he spoke to her in his own voice, she wouldn't be able to tell who he was.
The man looked at her meaningfully, "It's easy for me to harm you. I don't need to carry you all the way here."
