Mu Yanxi remained silent and lowered her head to pick off his belt. After taking off the outer robe, she then pulled off the inner garment whose chest was completely stained red with blood.
She was very close, and her hair was covered with black hair falling from her shoulders. He lowered his head slightly and could smell the faint fragrance in her hair.
Even if she is angry and disappointed with him, she still cares about him in her heart.
Otherwise, we wouldn't care about his life or death.
Chonghua's heart skipped a beat, and he gently pressed his hands on her shoulders, lowering his voice and saying softly, "Yan Xi, please talk to me, okay?"
"If you are very angry, you can hit me and scold me, but don't stay silent like this."
Her silence made him feel worse than beating and scolding him.
Mu Yanxi remained silent and did not raise her head. She first washed the wound with warm water, then took some alcohol and put it in her mouth. Regardless of whether he was ready or not, she sprayed it on his bloody wound.
"Hiss." Chonghua's body trembled slightly.
The movements of Mu Yanxi's hands stagnated slightly, and she continued to deal with her wounds.
When bandaging his wound, you need to wrap the bandage from his back.
She couldn't move her body closer to his arms, and wrapped her arms around him from behind, as if she was hugging him.
Chonghua resisted the urge to hug her in his arms, lowered his head and stared at her tenderly.
I have to say that she is the only woman who can make my heart beat.
Compared with the innocent and cute little girl ten years ago, she has changed a lot.
Over the past ten years, her appearance and temperament have undergone great changes.
But the outline of the facial features has not changed.
He remembered clearly that there was a mole under the corner of her eye.
When she was little, he once teased her, saying that if she had a tear mark, she must be a girl who loves to cry.
At that time, the little girl stared at him unconvinced and told him seriously that she didn't like crying.
What's your name? The little girl blinked and looked at him with her big, watery eyes as if she was looking at something curious.
Chonghua.
Oh, my name is Feng Linxue, the phoenix of phoenix, the coming lin, the heavy snow.
Why are you injured? You lost so much blood. Won't you die?
You really want to know why I got hurt? At that time, seeing the innocent and cute look on the little girl's face, he deliberately wanted to scare her.
He despises a wealthy lady like her who has been living in a honey pot since she was a child.
The little girl was indeed fooled. Her watery eyes flickered twice and she nodded with a smile. Yes, yes. Why are you hurt? Can you tell me?
He thought that the expression on his face at that time must have been terrifying.
Because when he told the little girl with a cold face that he was hurt because he killed someone, the little girl's eyes widened and she took two steps back, as if she wanted to escape.
You...you killed someone?
The little girl no longer looked at him with a smile, and even her voice began to tremble when she spoke.
She was scared.
Yes, I killed people, and I killed many, many people. I stabbed their hearts with a knife and dug their hearts out of their bodies. Are you afraid?
The little girl was clearly trembling with fear and her face turned pale. She pretended to be calm and asked him...then...will you kill me?
"tear..."
Mu Yanxi deliberately increased the force and tightened the bandage tightly when it was wrapped around his chest.