"Ah Sheng, be good."
Ming Beiya spoke softly, trying not to provoke the emotionally unstable Mo Shisheng.
However, Mo Shisheng was not someone who was easily coaxed. Her face turned slightly pale, and she broke free from Ming Beiya's large hand with one hand.
The man didn't dare to hold her too tightly; Mo Shisheng could easily break free with a little effort.
She reached out and yanked the blanket off the man. When she saw what was under the blanket, Mo Shisheng almost lost her footing.
"How can there be so much blood?"
The girl's eyes were filled with disbelief. She had smelled blood as soon as she entered the room and assumed that Ming Beiya had injured his hand while throwing things.
However, the bed was neatly arranged, proving that the man had not left the bed at all.
There were mottled bloodstains under the quilt, and the man's clothes were soaked with blood.
"I'm fine."
Seeing the girl's face turn slightly pale, Ming Beiya felt a pang of pain in his heart, his eyes filled with tenderness. He reached out his hand towards her, "Asheng, come here."
“”
Mo Shisheng had lost the ability to think clearly; her mind was in a daze. When she saw Ming Beiya's outstretched hand, it was as if she had seen her pillar of support.
She gently placed her hand in the man's large palm; his hand was not as warm as before, but rather bone-chillingly cold.
Ming Beiya gently pulled the girl into his arms, stroking her hair with his other hand. "I'm fine, don't worry."
Where did the blood come from?
Ming Beiya's hands were clean and fresh, without any sticky blood. Mo Shisheng suddenly looked up when he returned, her bright peach blossom eyes faintly tinged with scarlet.
Looking into the man's dark eyes, she asked, "Where did the blood come from?"
“”
Ming Beiya stared at the girl without saying a word, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Ming Beiya! Speak up!"
The man's silence completely enraged the girl. Her face turned cold, and she clenched her fist and punched him hard in the chest.
"cough"
One punch landed, eliciting a loud cough from the man.
Mo Shisheng paused slightly, as if she had just felt a dampness. She looked down at her hand, then her gaze fell on the man's chest.
Her eyes held a hint of evasion, but because the other person was Ming Beiya, she couldn't avoid it at all.
Ming Beiya naturally noticed that the girl's expression was strange, and his eyes darkened slightly when he saw her gaze fall on his chest.
As she instinctively reached out to raise her hand, Mo Shisheng spoke softly, "Try stopping me again?"
“”
Upon hearing those words, Ming Beiya froze on the spot, no longer daring to move.
Mo Shisheng lowered her eyes gently, her long eyelashes concealing all the emotions in them. She raised her hand and gently lifted Ming Beiya's clothes, one layer, then two.
The undershirt seemed to be stuck to the man's skin, and Mo Shisheng couldn't tear it off at all.
It was at this moment that Mo Shisheng suddenly realized why Ming Beiya had changed into all black clothes.
This way, the bloodstains won't be visible, and it won't look too scary.
Mo Shisheng felt a slight pang in her heart, and her eyes stung terribly, but she had completely forgotten what it felt like to cry.
He gently exhaled a breath of stale air, and then pulled open the clothes on Ming Beiya's body.
Upon closer inspection, a deep wound was visible on the man's fair chest. It appeared to have just stopped bleeding, with dark red scabs around the wound, mixed with dried blood.
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