C7

When the footsteps went far, An Lingge heaved a sigh of relief. When she came back to her senses, she realized that Mu Junhan was still buried in her neck, her lips still burning hot. She coughed dryly and gritted his teeth. "She's already left. Why haven't you let his go yet!"

Her words were fierce, but Mu Junhan noticed the embarrassment and anger in her words, his thin lips curled up, and then regretfully let go of the smooth skin.

"I was in a rush and offended you. Please forgive me."

An Lingge coldly snorted. When the blush on his face receded, just as she was about to speak, he realized that his face was pale white and her body was weak.

Only now did he realise that there was a shocking wound on Mu Junhan's waist, the outer layer of his clothes had already been dyed red, as though his injury was not light.

Seeing that An Lingge had discovered that she was injured, Mu Junhan instinctively became vigilant. However, all of this only happened for a moment, and then returned to normal.

"This lady here is definitely not a retainer. I was really forced to do this today. I will leave now and not ruin your reputation in the slightest."

After he finished, just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by An Lingge.

"Young Master Mu …" She had just shouted out two words, and suddenly realised that she had not seen Mu Junhan before, how could she know his name, and quickly changed her words!

"Then... What? Young master can leave after a while, you've disappeared for no reason, those people might still be nearby, it's not safe to leave now. " Although she did not want to have anything to do with Mu Junhan, she would not watch him fall into danger.

A flash of coldness flashed past Mu Junhan's eyes, but he covered it up well, nodded his head, and bowed towards An Lingge: "Thank you very much miss!"

An Lingge knew that her slip of tongue had aroused the suspicions of the other party, and did not know how to reply. The two of them pondered, and then the entire room quieted down, and couldn't help but feel awkward. She secretly spied on Mu Junhan, and Mu Junhan also quietly observed her, in the end, it was An Lingge who first opened her mouth to break the silence.

"Young Master, your wounds are still bleeding. If you don't mind, I'll help you bandage them, right?"

Mu Junhan looked at her with a profound gaze. Logically speaking, the more contact he had with others, the easier it would be to expose them. However, for some reason, he didn't want to reject her.

He looked at the wound on his waist, which was indeed bleeding profusely, and his face became even more pale. In the end, he agreed to let An Lingge bandage it for him.

Because the injury was on his waist, Mu Junhan had no choice but to take off all of the clothes on his upper body. An Lingge silently hated herself for talking too much, and while holding back her embarrassment, she tore his own silk handkerchief into two and started to bandage it.

The wound was caused by a blade and sword, and was as long as a finger. No one knew where Mu Junhan escaped from to here, but there were quite a few scabs of blood on his clothes, it was hard to imagine what kind of pain he had to endure while escaping.

An Lingge cleaned up his wounds simply, and when she saw them, she was shocked. On the other hand, although Mu Junhan's face did not look too good, she did not make a sound, as if the injuries on her body had nothing to do with him.

This was completely different from what she remembered, that arrogant and despotic little prince. An Lingge frowned, she felt that something was amiss.

It was probably the real Mu Junhan who was acting like this right now. That domineering young noble was just a facade of someone trying to confuse others.

After simply treating his wounds, the room once again quietened down. An Lingge felt that her face was a little hot, and was unavoidably embarrassed. She had no choice but to find a topic to talk to the other party about.

"I wonder where those black-clothed people came from?" Why are you chasing after the Young Master? "

"They... It is my enemy, and I will not let this matter be leaked to the third person. If they were to know about this, it might be detrimental to my life. "

"I would like to ask if you and I have met, how do you know me?"

An Lingge's heart thumped. She couldn't possibly tell the other party that she was going to marry him in her previous life, right? After thinking for a moment, she said, "The young master doesn't recognize the young girl, but the young girl does. The young master's name is known throughout the capital, so you can grab a random person to ask about it. Nine out of ten must know the young master."

"Oh? "Is that so …" Mu Junhan's eyes flashed with a cold light. Seeing that An Lingge was seriously bandaging her wound, she couldn't help but calm down, and the corner of her mouth suddenly raised slightly. She reached out her free right hand, and suddenly caressed An Lingge's lower jaw.

"Miss, why don't you tell me how I am renowned throughout the capital?"

Caught off guard, An Lingge touched An Lingge and she could not help but be shocked. Raising her head, she saw that Mu Junhan's face was filled with a light and playful smile, completely different from before.

Initially, she was a little angry, but after thinking about it again, he realized that Mu Junhan must have intentionally pretended to look like that because he was worried that his identity would be exposed, causing his to feel that it was funny.

"Hmph, let's see how I'll take care of you!"

An Lingge laughed coldly in her heart. Mu Junhan actually dared to take advantage of him. Hehe!

Just as she was thinking, her hand that was bandaging the wound suddenly tensed, seeing that Mu Junhan's face had suddenly turned white, she could not help but let out a cold snort, but he managed to hold it in.

"Young Master Mu is young and mature …" Unswerving perseverance... It was really … The younger generation of the aristocratic young master in the capital... "A role model..."

As An Lingge said this, she used more strength. Mu Junhan's expression changed drastically as she endured the intense pain!

However, An Lingge did not stop there. Just now, when she was shopping on the streets, she had collected a lot of good things! She took out a bottle, smiled at Mu Junhan, and said: "Young Noble, this is the medicine this little girl brought with her. Endure it a little …"

Mu Junhan instinctively retracted his hand, and just as he was about to refuse, An Lingge had already quickly removed the stopper. She poured half a bottle of powder on his wound, and then quickly bandaged it.

"There might be some side effects. Bear with it, young master …" The smile on An Lingge's face became more obvious, but she still felt a chill in her heart.

At this moment, he felt a faint itch from his wound. Gradually, the itch became stronger and stronger …

An Lingge naturally saw the drastic change in Mu Junhan's expression, and kept the remaining half bottle of itching powder carefully. She sighed inwardly that the effect was not bad, and was in a very happy mood.

Just at this moment, a commotion came from outside, and the group of black clothed men who had left earlier appeared once again. Mu Junhan's gaze at An Lingge could not help but reveal a little more confusion.

When there were no longer any movements outside, Mu Junhan finally got up to take his leave.

"Young lady, today you have helped me greatly. May I ask for your name? If there is a chance, please let me know."

"There's no need, there's no need. Young Master, please do as you please." An Lingge was already a little uncomfortable in front of him, she could not wait for him to leave.

Mu Junhan did not speak further, he looked at An Lingge again, and after bowing, he jumped out of the window and left.

An Lingge calmed down and for the time being, she shook off this small incident with Mu Junhan.

Moreover, Bi Zhu still hasn't returned. I wonder if that good sister of hers is also here as well.