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As soon as Yan Di left, Fu Sinian lifted the quilt and rubbed alcohol on Mu Nian's wound.

Just turning a corner, the woman's white and round shoulders, slender arms, and slightly red wounds are all exposed, like a picture of peach blossoms in snow.

Mu Nian doesn't show off her figure much on weekdays, and the clothes she wears are not tight, and she never shows her superior figure.

Now her beauty is all presented in front of Fu Sinian.

The man's eyes darkened slightly, and the long finger that was holding the alcohol cotton ball came down sharply. It seemed to be in pain, and Mu Nian groaned twice in anger.

Fu Sinian grabbed her arm and leaned over to wipe the wound on her collarbone.

"Hiss..." Mu Nian's painful body curled up towards him, and with this movement, the superiority of her figure was fully exposed.

She is beautiful.

Just the white and delicate skin on the body is enough to make many men's blood spurt.

Fu Sinian clasped her arm, and the alcohol cotton ball reached her abdomen, where there were a lot of wounds and bruises, as soon as he touched her, she started moaning.

People who are in a daze with a fever can't figure out the current situation at all.

All she knew was how painful and uncomfortable.

"It hurts, don't hurt anymore." She babbled like a child, "God, don't make me hurt, I hurt a lot."

Thinking of the time when she was bleeding heavily, she was also lying on the hospital bed, helpless and uncomfortable, and Mu Nian suddenly felt extremely wronged.

What did she do wrong?
Why would anyone want her to die?Do you have to make her hurt?
Just thinking about it made tears fall, and after a while, her cheeks were covered with tears.

Fu Sinian helped her treat her abdominal wound, the alcohol cotton balls were already red several times, and her wound was still oozing blood.

He put down the tray and was going to get a new alcohol tampon when he saw her crying.

"Why are you crying?" Fu Sinian took out a piece of paper and wiped her tears.

"... Fu Sinian is too inhuman, he has a problem." Mu Nian complained in a hoarse voice, never expecting that the person he complained about was standing here.

"Oh? What did he do to you?"

With deep thought in his eyes, Fu Sinian clasped her arm tightly and tapped her face with the tip of his other finger, waiting for her answer.

Mu Nian cried even harder: "He killed me."

He killed one, Mu Nian who loved him especially.

Fu Sinian frowned: "Aren't you here well?"

After Mu Nian finished saying this, what she said was nonsense. Fu Sinian had never heard of the names of some people she babbled about.

Fu Sinian was not interested in her raving.

He lowered her arm and wiped the wound on her leg.

Mu Nian's legs are very slender, and they are not thin and long. Her legs are muscular, and they are very elastic when touched, and they feel good to the touch, not dry at all.

No man can refuse this beautiful picture.

Of course Fu Sinian was no exception, he could already feel the changes in his body.

Hot, blood churning.

Before, he hadn't looked at her legs carefully, but now that he saw her legs, the strings in his mind were tense - if a peerless beauty like Mu Nian voluntarily surrendered to a certain man, no one would be able to stop her.

Fu Sinian's thin lips curled slightly: "Sure enough, you should be locked up."

The villain's skin is hot, and the wound is still oozing blood, so fragile...

The man clasped her ankle with his long fingers and wiped the last wound.

Fu Sinian dropped the last alcohol cotton ball, put down her legs, got up and covered her with a quilt.

He hooked her chin, looked at her little face full of scars: "Munian, remember, this is your honor."

Mu Nian seemed to feel something, her body froze.