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His brain was filled with blood and his consciousness was drifting about. Darkness attacked him, and he heard the sound of the door being broken.

"Who are you?"

"Help, help, you, ah, my hand."

"No, my leg, you, you are the devil."

The room was in chaos, but everything was quiet. The tall figure walked towards the unconscious Mo Xiaoxiao, his fair legs were filled with dazzling red blood, his pale face and helpless body hanging upside down in the air.

After putting on the suit, Xiao Meng Han gently hugged her. He didn't even look at the unconscious people on the ground. Someone was coming to take care of this group of scum that couldn't be compared to humans.

Her lithe body and her terrified and helpless little face were reflected in the depths of her deep eyes. Xiao Meng Han couldn't imagine what would happen if she was a step too late.

He never wanted any woman to be hurt because of him, but he never expected that he would still hurt her badly.

Suddenly, Xiao Meng Han felt that he was being lenient towards those scum. He should cripple them so as to avoid harming others in the future.

"It hurts, don't." Silently dye Zou brows, eyelashes uncontrollably trembling, a drop of tears oozing out of the corner of the eye.

Xiao Meng Han bit her lips, her taut lips were cold and cold. All of her comforting words finally turned into footsteps as the black car sped up, cutting through the silent air as it quickly drove away.

Originally, he should have sent her to the hospital or the private medical club. When he finally woke up, the car had already stopped in front of his own villa.

Something didn't seem right with Xiao Yan. His originally pale face now had a peculiar redness to it. His forehead and nose were covered with fine beads of sweat. His knotted eyebrows seemed to be suppressing some sort of pain.

Xiao Meng Han tried her best to not pay attention to Mo Xiao Xi, to not breathe the enchanting plum blossom fragrance from her body, and her long fingers carefully and quickly wrapped around Mo Xiao Ran's injured ankle and wrist.

Hot, very hot, Mo Xiaoxiao felt like she was floating lightly, as if she was stepping on cotton. The heat wave rolled, and her eyes slowly opened.

Looking at the busy man in front of her, she stretched out her hand and gently caressed his face. A light mutter escaped from her mouth …

As the world spun and everything faded away, the only thing she wanted to do was get close to him. He was her lifesaver.

Xiao Meng Han's slender fingers clenched into a fist, and her eyes stared at her rosy lips. She let out a heavy breath, and beads of sweat rolled down her face, her Adam's apple rolling, and every cell in her body struggled in the ice and fire.

"Are you sure?" A rough voice.

Without an answer, there was no trace of his consciousness left.

She didn't know what to do with her hands in this situation. The water mist covered her unfocused eyes, and when it fell into Xiao Meng Han's line of sight, he only wanted to ruthlessly pity her.