C20 Pain not

His brain was filled with blood, his consciousness was drifting around, the darkness assaulted him, and Mo Xiaoran heard 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 after all. The tall and big figure walked toward the unconscious Mo Xiaoran, her fair legs were filled with eye-piercing red blood, her pale face, and her helpless body hung upside down in the air.

Wrapping up Mo Xiaoran's body with the suit, Xiao Menghan gently carried her. He did not look at the people who had fainted on the ground;

His lithe body, as well as his terrified and helpless little face, were reflected in the depths of his deep eyes. Xiao Menghan could not imagine what would happen if he came a step later.

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

Suddenly, Xiao Menghan felt that he had shown mercy to those scumbags. He should cripple them so that he wouldn't harm the others in the future.

"It hurts, don't." Mo Xiaoran frowned, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably as a single tear flowed out from the corner of her eye.

Xiao Menghan pursed her lips, her taut lips turned cold. All of her comforting words in the end had turned into faster footsteps as the black car sped up, cutting through the silent air as it swiftly 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.

Mo Xiaoran felt something was wrong. Her initially pale face now had a peculiar redness, and beads of sweat were dripping down from the tip of her nose. Her knotted eyebrows seemed to be suppressing some sort of pain.

Xiao Menghan did his best to restrain himself from paying attention to her and not breathing the enchanting plum blossom fragrance off her body. Quickly and carefully, his slender fingers wrapped around Mo Xiaoran's injured ankle s and wrists.

It's hot, it's very hot. Mo Xiaoran felt that she was light and light, as though she was stepping on cotton.

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.

Her slender fingers clenched into a fist and her misty eyes looked at the red lips before her eyes. Xiao Menghan breathed heavily and beads of sweat rolled down her face slowly as her Adam's apple rolled. Every cell in her body struggled in the midst of ice and fire.

"Are you sure?" A rough voice.

Without an answer, how could Mo Xiaoran still have any consciousness?

She didn't know what to do about her discomfort. Her hands were pulling randomly, and the water vapor seeped into her unfocused eyes, attracting Xiao Menghan's gaze and causing him to only want to ruthlessly pity her.