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The sky gradually darkened and the curtains at the window swayed gently. Luo Shang leaned against the bed board, and the beautiful long hair on both sides flowed down her ears and fell into her chest. However, it was unable to cover up her haggard face and the grief in her eyes.

"Hiss — —" When the medicine touched the wound on her white neck, Luo Shang couldn't help but let out a long hiss of pain.

"Miss, did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I will take it slow." Zhuo Jin's hands kept on shaking, she was afraid the moment she saw the blood. Much less the fact that the wound was on Luo Shang's body, the pain made her eyes turn foggy, and she could not even see where the wound was.

He did not know where Ah Yu had locked Sister Ah Yu up at, but this group of people were too despicable.

Looking at Luo Shang's hand which was placed in front of her, the numerous scars on her entire white jade hand. Zhuo Jin still remembered that when she ran into the vines, the young miss was helplessly lying in the courtyard. Alone and lonely, her hands had many small thorns on them when she supported her back to the Purple Gold Pavilion.

She was the one who pulled them out little by little, and she had no idea how much pain the young miss was in at that time.

Just as Zhuo Jin was about to apply the medicine on Luo Shang's hand, she heard the door boards moving.

Immediately, the door opened, and the man in front of the door called Zhuo Jin to stand up and protect him.

"All of you can leave now." Leng Shaoyu said to the two little girls behind him.

The girls respectfully retreated and closed the door.

"You go out too!"

Zhuo Jin swallowed her saliva. Although she was afraid of this man who could easily take her life, she would definitely not let him hurt Miss again.

Zhuo Jin did not dodge when she was blocking in front of Luo Shang, but her body continued to move backwards as the man got closer.

"Zhuo Jin, you can leave first," Luo Shang saw that Leng Shaoyu's brows had a trace of hostility, as though she was impatient. She was afraid that this man would do something, so she quickly sent him away.

Zhuo Jin spread open her arms, raised her small face and said aggressively. Miss, if I don't leave, he will bully you. "

"Be good and get out." Luo Shang's words emphasized her, making it difficult for her, causing her to be unable to refuse him, thus she could only pout her lips and leave. She glared fiercely at Leng Shaoyu, and before she left, she did not forget to say: "Miss, I'm right outside. If anything happens, if you call out to me, I'll come in. You must …"

Before she could finish her sentence, the man had already frowned and impatiently kicked the door shut, almost clamping the little girl's head.

The dim light took advantage of the tall and straight body of the man with the perfect outline of his body. Leng Shaoyu picked up the medicine on the table and walked towards the person on the bed step by step.

His steps were steady, and every step made Luo Shang's heart stop. Because she didn't know what this man was going to do to her. She could never guess what he was thinking.

Leng Shaoyu elegantly sat down on the side of her bed, one leg casually resting on the other, the faint light shining down on his face made him look very beautiful. The man looked at her with an interested smile.

Just as Luo Shang was considering what he wanted to do, she saw him slowly open the red lid of the medicine bottle, and pour a bit of the white foam onto the palm of his hand. She then smeared it on the back of her hand and lightly pressed.

Although his movements were delicate and light, his eyes were still icy cold.

Luo Shang did not care about the wound on her wrist, and immediately retracted her hand.

Seeing her dodge, Leng Shaoyu laughed lightly and squinted his eyes. He placed the bottle of medicine in his hands to the side and closed his hands as he looked at her. The frivolous mouth said.

"She really doesn't know what's good for her."

What right did he have to say that she didn't know what was good for her? Could it be that his cruel torture and her body full of wounds could only be healed by his charity?

What did he take her for? She was human, and she had feelings and pain.

Luo Shang laughed bitterly and turned her face away.

"Look at me!" Who knew how many times he had heard this familiar ice-cold voice.

Seeing that she did not do as he said, the tender side of Leng Shaoyu's face that was a little bit better off disappeared completely. His dark and cold pupils turned black, and they shrank back down. The wide palm gripped the woman's slender jade-like fingers.

Luo Shang frowned in pain, she bit her lips tightly and stared at him with her watery eyes. What exactly do you want? "

Hearing her speak, the man suddenly released his hand, returning to the previous calm, he sneered. His eyes were once again filled with contempt and disdain. He curled the corners of his lips and said, "As expected, you still like it this way —"

Luo Shang didn't know why, but she had wanted to pretend to be stronger than usual. She couldn't let go of her pride and her dignity. But didn't she lose her dignity in front of him?

The tears that should have been held back like usual quietly fell down. She slowly raised her eyes and looked at the faint expression on the man's face. She said weakly, "Just what does the Luo Family owe you for your revenge?"

In that moment, Leng Shaoyu frowned, his deep eyes staring straight at the lady in front of him.

After a long while, he opened his mouth and smiled.

"One life, one life that your Luo Family cannot afford to pay."

Leng Shaoyu's eyes swept past and he stood up. He did not look like a person anymore, as if he was in a dilemma. Before Luo Shang could speak again, the man had already slammed the door and walked out.