He looked up at her, his thin lips led out a light smile arc, and casually said, "how can I do it? You have to go. I let you go

She closed her eyes and opened them again, even though the ups and downs of her heart could not be relieved. She said with cold eyes and expressionless face, "what do you mean by self harm?"

"My body is my own, how to deal with it should be my own thing?"

His long tone seemed to be about something completely irrelevant.

Wenyi looked at him for a while, and finally gave up the theory and argument. She turned to the servant who had not left and said, "call the doctor."

The servant looked at her and looked at the man behind the desk. Seeing that he had no objection, he quickly nodded, "Hey, I'll go right away."

After that, he quickly retired.

She and he are the only ones left in the study.

Wenyi felt tired and clearly told him that no matter how much work he did, he simply didn't say a word and turned to leave.

The man's low and deep voice rang behind her. "Since you are going to leave, aren't you here for nothing?"

She stopped, looked back at him, and jokingly said, "you can't cure me when I'm gone?"

He said faintly, "I didn't say anything."

He said nothing, but he said everything.

"Are you going to keep threatening me like this?"

"Job's tears," he called, looking into her eyes, "if you don't want to, don't be threatened by me."

Wenyi looked at him like this, neither leaving nor saying anything.

Mo Shichen holds the desk and rises up. Maybe he doesn't feel as painless as he seems. At least his pace is slow, which is hard to see, especially his face is a little white.

She looked at him and felt nothing else, but something was blocking her breath.

He reached for her and kissed her on the cheek.

"Now that you're back, don't go, eh?"

Her nose tip is all belong to men's clear breath, how to mix into the faint bloody smell, Wenyi also can't say what mood she is at this time, just the voice or changed the tone, "I owe you in my last life, right?"

"No," the man's thin lips rolled on her skin all the time, and murmured, "I owe you for the first half of my life, and I will give you back for the second half of my life."

She's not cold or hot. "Don't you think so?"

He was silent and kissed her.

Wenyi's breath is blocked there. He can't swallow it or let it out. His mood is restless. It's hard to see how his face is, but he can't be taken.

She was thinking, if she didn't care if he really left, would he really die?

He is mo Shichen. How could he die for a woman? He won't.

He just scared her, but she was scared by him.

But even if she thought about it over and over again, she couldn't take a step to gamble.

This man is very calm and rational. She believes that he is also crazy under the extremely calm thinking. He knows what he is doing and he knows what the consequences will be compared with anyone else, but

She faintly feels that there is a kind of ruthlessness at all costs in his bones, because it seems that there is nothing he can't use and abandon, including himself.

The man's kiss still continued to fall on her face and forehead. Wenyi leaned over her face and held his hand before the man's eyes turned dark. He said lightly, "I don't know if you think you're in a hurry, but you still have a mind to take advantage of women."

He looked down at his hand, which she held, and his lips curved with a smile. "I always have a mind."

Wenyi didn't care about him. He went back to the bedroom and said, "lie down, wait for the doctor."

He did.

Wenyi saw him lying down, he naturally wanted to take out his hand, but as soon as he moved, he was stopped by the man who had already grasped her in the middle.

He asked with a smile, "do you want to go?"

"Do you believe I can make your wound dirty?"

"Oh, I don't believe it."

"

Wenyi looked at his comfortable and conceited face and really wanted to beat him, but it was her own who broke the injury and made her tired. She closed her eyes and suddenly raised her hand and the hand that the man had clasped her wrist.

Bow your head and bite it hard.

She tried so hard that he didn't change his face, just looked at her.

I don't know how long it took to bite, until her taste buds tasted the light rust, and the man's silent voice rang out, "honey, I can't stand your tossing now, you hurt me."

Wenyi let out his anger and sat down beside him. There was still no expression on his face.

In addition to the coldness, I feel a little confused and droop my eyelids.

Half a time later, she looked down at the rendered blood on his chest. The color had darkened. She asked, "how did you do it?"He used her word, understatement, "poked."

"

even if it's not stabbed, it's almost the same. Anyway, it's him who has healed the wound again. She really doesn't understand. Although he's a man and his education since childhood may not be as afraid of pain as she is, it's his own body injury. He's also a noble young man who has grown up with dignity and good treatment. How can he hurt the wound again Your hands?

Dare to love his own body is also an object, for the purpose can be played with at will, will not hurt, he will not be reluctant?

She bowed her head and pursed her lips. "Ink time Chen, you are so cruel that you don't even care about yourself."

He said lightly, "I've never been hurt, and I'm not likely to hurt anyone. I've tried my best to learn how to hurt you."

She was stunned for a moment. Her heart was full of five flavors, and she slowly bit her lips.

"Didn't your mother love you when she was alive?"

"Probably, but she died too early, and I don't remember."

She left her lower lip and couldn't help saying, "Li qianrui doesn't care for you. I remember someone said that their father and daughter take care of you with everything they have. They are so nice to you. Don't be pitiful to me."

"She looks after me very much, in some things, but in these things, don't I look after you?"

When he takes care of people, he is really considerate and sensitive. He wants everything you want. What you can't think of, he can still think that it's not a sin except for not loving enough, but it will inevitably hurt.

He will not love, nor love, he will only take his favorite captive back to the cave, and then take care of the pet in his way.

Wenyi thought for a long time, then whispered, "because the weak need heartache, and you never."

Do you need it? He really hasn't asked for it.

But -

he still didn't let go of her bitten hand and turned to knead, "but you love me, I still feel very satisfied."