Chapter 080 | 0080 He told her to "get out" in the worst possible way.
Her master had nourished her with his blood, yet he said he was unwilling to forgive her.
So Wu Xian decided to return what her owner had given her. She was originally just a dirty little dog walking on the street, and she only gained temporary happiness because her owner had found her.
Wu Qian couldn't say whether her desire to go back was right or wrong, but once the decision was made, she couldn't go back on it; she could only continue.
To some extent, she is also a very stubborn person.
She began to become mentally unstable due to Ms. Wu's neglect and emotional abuse, and developed an innate attachment to Ms. Wu. Perhaps she will reap what she sows later, but not now.
The puppy still longed for its mother, so she had to make a decision that seemed quite unbelievable.
Ultimately, Wuxian's success was due to his master's indulgence and affection.
Several scabs on her forearm were torn open, and fresh blood gushed down her skin. But what Wu Qian was trying to do was not to show her master the "old" scar again. A scar is a scar, and its mission is over when it is shown to others.
She cupped the breasts in her hands. Puberty hadn't ended yet, and they were still constantly swollen and painful, becoming a nightmare for the young girl. Without her owner massaging them every night, their condition worsened, almost keeping Wu Qian awake at night.
The black sling held one up and showed it to its owner.
She picked up the paper cutter and resolutely pierced the sharp tip into the root. Her full breasts, like the core of a banana plant, were already rotten inside. A small opening was enough to let bright red juice overflow. The red juice slid down the curve until it disappeared into her private parts, leaving behind a winding red mark.
The black fiber continued to slide downwards.
The blade was embedded too deeply, and a foreign object squeezed into the soft white flesh, trying to re-close and bite the blade.
Her actions were hindered, and she lacked patience, so she inevitably used force, causing the wound on her hand holding the knife to reopen and bleed again.
The dead scab, like a snake opening its man-eating mouth, bit the hilt of the knife, winding its way to the tip, its dark red color merging the two wounds together.
Thick, dried, yet still flowing blood mixed together, covering the swollen wound and making a complete mess of the breast.
This was far from what Wu Qian had envisioned; from his perspective, it was utterly devoid of any aesthetic appeal. She was stuck there, frustrated, as she had never been someone capable of accomplishing anything independently.
"I'm sorry, Master, I didn't do well," Wu Qian apologized to him, but her master remained unmoved.
Her hands were trembling, and though she was in pain, it didn't mean she had lost her human instincts; she would instinctively try to stop herself when hurt. Yet, she was also incredibly resolute, pressed against the glass.
Blood flowed down, leaving a dark stain on the tinted glass.
Wu Qian hadn't been eating properly for the past few days, and with the blood loss, her body was swaying precariously. Just as she was about to collapse, the glass shattered from the other side.
Fortunately, the black mist enveloped her, preventing the shards from piercing her body.
The one who stepped out from the shattered glass was his master. This time, Wu Qian saw his master's face clearly, his brown hair, his red eyes, and the scar on his brow bone.
He lifted her up with his slender wrist and told her to "get out" in the worst possible way.
"I am no longer your master; this is your own choice."
Wu Xian's wounds gradually scabbed over under his hands, but her master, no, Mr. H, must be very weak, and he couldn't even make her wounds heal.
In her hazy state, Wu Xian thought that she was probably going to lose Mr. H completely because she had abandoned him and even done something like this to force him to compromise.
What a naughty little dog!
Her gaze drifted into the distance, and she vaguely saw another pair of red eyes. The man stood behind Mr. H, with a refined and handsome face and platinum blonde hair that was almost transparent. He stared at her, looking down at her with a dangerous gaze.
Mr. H turned his head, baring his fangs in a show of defiance, and said, "Don't touch her."
But Wu Xian was too exhausted to think any further, so she could only close her eyes and fall into the next dream.
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