24: C24 If You Don't Want to Get Lost

C24 If You Don't Want to Get Lost

"Besides, I don't know when it started, either. My young master seems to be getting more and more fond of torturing himself until his body is covered in wounds... Those wounds, I feel that they are horrifying, but he seems to be. " After a pause, the butler finally came up with a word to describe it: "Enjoying it."

Mu Shinian's brows were tightly knitted, it was unknown what she was thinking about.

Was she injured? That day, when he took off his clothes in front of the butler that his wife sent over, she did not see any injuries either.

The housekeeper thought that she wasn't willing, and her old face fell, and she was about to kneel down.

Mu Shinian came back to her senses and hurriedly pulled her hand, "Give me the medical kit."

The butler heaved a sigh of relief and patted her on the head. He almost cried tears of joy, "I knew you were a kind and good child."

After saying that, he eagerly went to find the medical kit.

Mu Shinian was somewhat speechless. Good, good child. I'm really sorry. She had done many evil things.

...

This was the second time Mu Shinian had come to the main bedroom.

The golden music on the floor was scattered all over the floor. There were also two or three pieces of clothes that were randomly thrown onto the sofa.

It was not very particular and did not seem to be very messy.

Mu Shinian knocked twice on the door but did not get a response. She directly walked in and stood at the edge of the bed.

On the bed, the man did not have the slightest trace of waking up. A layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead. His lips were very dry and his fair face was dyed a bit red.

All signs indicated that he had a fever and it was not light.

Mu Shinian put down the medical kit and took out gauze medicine from inside. She put it aside and without saying anything, she lifted the blanket and lifted his clothes.

Then, she met a pair of deep eyes.

"Butler said you were injured and applied the medicine."

"No, get lost."

A certain young master got up in a fit of rage.

Mu Shinian did not waste time with him. She took out the rope that she had prepared beforehand from the side and quickly tied him up while the young master was still sick.

A certain young master's sleepy eyes were somewhat absent-minded.

Mu Shinian completely lifted his clothes and finally realized that there was a wound on his waist. Her heart came to a realization.

He was really calm. That day, whenever he pulled down a little bit of his pants, the wound would be revealed.

"If I don't apply the medicine for you, the housekeeper will kneel down." So, she came.

Bo Qian didn't say anything. He just slightly lowered his head and looked at the girl's slender and fair fingers. When they touched his skin, it was like a prairie fire, and it was itchy.

Mu Shinian did not raise her head, but she could also feel a burning gaze staring at her.

She applied the medicine in an orderly manner, bandaged it, and casually asked, "Did you deliberately get injured?"

Bo Qian untied the rope quickly and moved his wrists a few times. He grabbed the gauze on her hand and patted the wound without any change in expression. He then picked up a knife from the medical kit and lifted her chin. His hoarse voice was exceptionally sexy: "Fiancé, if you want to meddle in my business, you have to pay the price."

Mu Shinian smiled without changing her expression. "I cherish my life."

"Furthermore, I am not interested in your matters."2

After saying that, she held the knife, quietly packed the rope and medicine, and carried the medicine box out of the door.

"Huh."

Bo Qian leaned against the bed and pulled open the buttons of his clothes. The cold wind from the air conditioner blew on his skin and he felt a little relieved.

In the silence, he raised his hand and poked his wound, almost as if he was masochizing himself. Only when the gauze saw blood did he let out a playful smile.

To him, only by being able to feel pain could he be considered to be alive.

He cherished his life as well. At the very least, before he could turn the world upside down, he had to live on.

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