Chapter 7: Tattooing a Slave Mark for You
Ning Fengsheng was stunned. The ring rubbed his fingers, causing sharp pain, but it was not as painful as the pain in his heart.
She was afraid... afraid that no matter what she did, she would not be able to make up for the damage she had done to Nanchuan Shijue...
I am afraid that even if I am reborn, I will not be able to change his tragic ending.
The ring fell into his hand with blood stains, he opened the window and threw the ring out -
A few months ago, Ning Fengsheng was standing in that position and opened that window.
"You want to be Mrs. Nanchuan so badly? Then you'll always be in this position—" He glanced at her with a cruel and bloodthirsty look, "Kneel down and take my bath water."
He stretched out his long arm, turned on the shower head, and tugged at the buttons of his shirt.
"Brother Jue, your collar is stained with her blood...it's dirty." Lin Leixi raised her hand to take off his clothes.
Nanchuan Shijue was standing under the shower wearing only a pair of shorts.
Ning Fengsheng was splashed with water, his eyes were empty...
The image of the man bathing before her was so familiar. He always loved to hold her in his arms, gently washing her, and combing her waist-length hair with a silver comb...
"What are you still standing there for? Bring me Brother Jue's towel..." Lin Leixi's eyes widened as she stared at Nanchuan Shijue's abdominal muscles.
Ning Fengsheng handed over the towel, and when he stretched it out, it touched his muscular arm.
"You're looking for death!" The man viciously gripped her wrist, his force so strong that it seemed as if he was going to crush her hand bones. "Who allowed you to touch me?"
"Let's disinfect Miss Ning. She won't be dirty after disinfection. She still needs to help you take a bath." Lin Laxi adjusted the shower head and sprayed it on the blisters on Ning Fengsheng's hands caused by burns.
"Didn't you hear? Is it a piece of wood?" Nanchuan Shijue was arrogant and indifferent, with no emotion in his voice.
Ning Fengsheng took out a bath ball, squeezed some bath liquid on it, and gently brushed it across his back...
"You're so fond of scarring?" He stared at the burn marks on her neck. "Why don't you get someone to tattoo you with a slave mark?"
The water splashed onto Ning Fengsheng's body, and the soaked fabric clung to her body...
Only then did Lin Lacy see the mandala tattoo and the letters jue (爵) engraved on Ning Fengsheng's collarbone, near his chest - which perfectly matched the tattoo pattern of the letters sheng (笙) on Nanchuan Shijue's lower abdomen.
Her jealousy flared up again, and she pushed Ning Fengsheng hard: "You pushed too hard, it hurts Brother Jue's back."
The bathroom floor was slippery and Ning Fengsheng lost his balance and fell to the ground. His head hit the ground with a dull thud and he passed out.
Nanchuan Shijue froze, his muscles tensed.
Lin Leixi felt the breath of death in the air and shrank back in fear: "I just pushed her gently, and she fell down because she lost her balance."
"Don't pretend to be dead here, get up!" Nanchuan Shijue shouted rudely and leaned over to smell his breath.
When he heard Ning Fengsheng's even breathing, his stiff expression improved a little, and he picked him up and held him horizontally in his arms.
Without even putting on his clothes, he kicked the door open, carried the person onto the big bed, and pressed the internal line.
A moment later, Moss hurried over with a doctor.
Nanchuan Shijue put on a bathrobe, stood in the dark, lit a cigarette, pressed the tinderbox again and again, but it would not light.
"Master, don't worry. Miss Ning just fainted..."
"Full body check." His voice was slightly gravel.
"Miss Ning is weak and malnourished. She's not seriously injured, just skin wounds and burns on her hands and neck. I picked out the blisters and applied burn medicine. It's imported medicine, and as long as you apply it regularly, it won't leave scars..."
The rain outside the window is raging, just like someone's mood...
Lin Lacy walked out of the bathroom and saw Nanchuan Shijue sitting by the bed, holding Ning Fengsheng's burned fingers and kissing them gently one by one.
"Brother Jue, I..."
"Get out."
Ning Fengsheng's face was pale. Without the help of makeup, her complexion was very bad and her lips were grayish white.
This skinny look... looks like he only has a few breaths left...
Nanchuan Shijue looked at her wet body, wrapped the places where she had applied the medicine with waterproof film several times, and gently picked her up and returned to the bathroom.
His long fingers lifted her clothes, and after removing all her servant clothes, his skinny body, which was just a bag of bones, was revealed.
The corners of Nanchuan Shijue's eyes were red, and the mist made his eyes hurt.
He adjusted the water temperature to the most suitable temperature and gently poured it over her, just like every time he washed her.
But this time she would not resist, but leaned gently against his chest, sleeping like a porcelain doll.
"Ning Fengsheng...what should I do with you..." He gritted his teeth, and deep in his chest, it felt like she had sprinkled a handful of thorns on glass, and blood gushed out.
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In the morning, Ning Fengsheng had a headache and was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone.
She fumbled for her phone and found that she had changed into a nightgown, her whole body was fresh and clean, and she had applied a fragrant ointment...
The subtitles jumping on the phone screen clearly showed "Ye".
When Ning Fengsheng saw this name, hatred surged in his heart like a spring!
She didn't go to see Gong Ye in these three months, and he didn't call her either.
It has always been like this. As long as she doesn't look for him, he will never look for her unless he needs to use her!
This time he called, it seemed that he wanted to use her to get something from Nanchuan Shijue.
After all, she had not yet signed the share certificate that Nanchuan Shijue handed over to her three months ago.
Ning Fengsheng thought for a moment and hung up the phone. Her current ability was not enough to compete with Gong Ye, so she couldn't alert the enemy.
"Gong Ye's exclusive ringtone? Why don't you answer it?" A hoarse voice sounded.
Ning Fengsheng then discovered that in the dark corner of the room, Nanchuan Shijue was sitting on a high-back chair smoking a cigarette.
He just sat there staring at her sleeping body, and didn't sleep all night.
The ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and there were many cigarette butts at his feet. His voice was extremely hoarse after smoking all night.
"Nanchuan Shijue..." Ning Fengsheng subconsciously put the phone behind his back and hid it.
She obviously didn't do anything, but she subconsciously felt guilty...
Because every time he had contact with Gong Ye in the past, Nanchuan Shijue would be furious!
"What did Gong Ye promise you again? How do you plan to deal with me this time?" Nanchuan Shijue walked to the bedside and raised his hand to grab the phone.
"I don't!"
"Aren't you going to marry Gong Ye? I'm still waiting to drink in your wedding wine—why are you still refusing to leave?"
"I don't want to marry him..." Ning Fengsheng stared at his terrifying face, her small hands clutching the corner of his clothes. "I want to marry you... Can I marry you?"
Nanchuan Shijue stared with his scarlet eyes, as if he saw a monster.
He was almost ready to agree to her proposal. No matter what her purpose was, she was willing to marry him and stay with him forever.
That was all her own fault. After becoming Nanchuan's wife, she could never go back to Gong Ye.
The cell phone rang again, and a big hand snatched it away!
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