She closed her eyes and opened them again. Even so, the ups and downs in her heart could not be relieved. She said with cold eyes and an expressionless face, "What do you mean by self-harm?"
"My body is my own, and what I want to do with it should also be my own business?"
His leisurely tone sounded like he was talking about something completely insignificant.
Wen Yi looked at him for a while, and finally gave up her theories and arguments. She turned her head and said to the servant who had not left yet, "Call the doctor."
The servant looked at her and then at the man behind the desk. Seeing that he had no objection, he nodded quickly and said, "Hey, I'll be there right away."
After saying that, he quickly retreated.
She and him were the only ones left in the study again.
Wen Yi felt tired and knew that no matter how much she told him, it would be useless, so she simply turned around and prepared to leave without saying a word.
The man's deep voice sounded behind her, "Since you are leaving, isn't your trip here in vain?"
She stopped, looked back at him, and said funnyly, "You still won't treat me when I leave?"
He said calmly, "I didn't say anything."
He said nothing, but said everything.
"Are you going to keep threatening me like this?"
"Yier," he looked into her eyes and called her affectionately, "if you don't want to, you don't have to be threatened by me."
Wen Yi just looked at him, neither leaving nor saying anything else.
Mo Shichen stood up while holding on to the desk. Perhaps he was not as painless as he looked. At least his steps were slow, which was clearly difficult, especially his face, which was slightly pale.
She looked at him and felt nothing else, except that something was blocking her breath.
He reached out and hugged her, kissing her cheek again and again.
"Now that you're back, don't leave, huh?"
The tip of her nose was full of a man's crisp breath, but it was mixed with the faint smell of blood. Wen Yi couldn't tell what emotion she was feeling at this time, but her voice still changed the tone, "I owed you something in my previous life, didn't I?"
"No," the man's thin lips kept lingering on her skin, whispering hoarsely, "I owed you in the first half of my life, and I will pay you back in the second half of my life."
She was lukewarm, "It's okay if you don't want to, right?"
He was silent and just kissed her continuously.
Wen Yi's breath was stuck there. She couldn't swallow it or let it out. She was feeling irritable and irritable. She didn't like the face in front of her, but she couldn't do anything to him.
She was thinking, if she left him alone, would he really be dead
He was Mo Shichen, how could he die so cowardly for a woman? He wouldn't do it.
He was just scaring her, but she was frightened by him.
But even though she thought about it over and over again, she still couldn't take the step to gamble.
This man was very calm and rational. She believed that when he went crazy, he did so with an extremely calm mind. He knew what he was doing, and he knew the consequences better than anyone else, but...
She also vaguely felt that there was a kind of ruthlessness in his bones regardless of the cost, because it seemed that there was nothing that he could not use or abandon, including himself.
The man's kisses still fell on her face and forehead one after another. Wen Yi turned her face away and took the man's hand before his eyes darkened. She said lightly, "I don't know. I thought you were reincarnated as a pervert, and even though you are like this, you still want to take advantage of women."
He lowered his head and looked at his hand held by her, with a smile on his lips, "I'm always on my mind."
Wen Yi was too lazy to talk to him, so she dragged him back to the bedroom and said with a bad expression, "Lie down and wait for the doctor to come."
He hummed.
When Wen Yi saw him lying down, she naturally wanted to take out her hand, but as soon as she moved, she was grabbed by the man who had already held her back.
He smiled lightly and asked, "Are you still leaving?"
"Do you believe I can stain your wounds?"
"Oh, I don't believe it."
“…”
Wen Yi looked at his comfortable and conceited face and really wanted to beat him up, but the one who really hurt him and made the injury worse and overworked was herself. She closed her eyes and suddenly raised her hand and grabbed her wrist with the man. brought his hands together.
Lower your head and bite down hard.
She exerted all her strength, but he didn't change his expression and just stared at her.
After biting for who knows how long, until her taste buds tasted the faint taste of rust, the man's silent voice sounded, "Baby, I can't stand your torture now, your bite hurts me."
Wen Yi was discouraged and sat down next to him, her face still expressionless.
Apart from being cold and a little confused, he lowered his eyelids.
After a while, she looked down at the stained blood on his chest, which had darkened in color, and asked, "How did you do that?"
He used her word, an understatement, "poked."
“…”
Even if it wasn't broken, it would be enough. Anyway, it was him who opened the healing wound. She really didn't understand. Although he was a man and his education since he was a child, he might not be as afraid of pain as she was, but that was It was his own body that was injured. After all, he was also a noble man who grew up in a pampered manner. How could he injure the wound again so abruptly
How dare he think that his own body is also an object that he can manipulate at will to suit his purpose without pain and that he won't be reluctant to part with
She lowered her head, pursed her lips and said, "Mo Shichen, you are so cruel that you don't even feel sorry for yourself at all."
He said calmly, "I have never been loved, and I don't feel sorry for anyone. You attack me but don't touch the people around you. Wen Yi, I have worked very hard to learn to love you."
She was stunned for a moment, with mixed feelings in her heart, and slowly bit her lip.
"Didn't your mother feel sorry for you when she was alive?"
"Probably, but she died too young, and I don't remember much."
She curled her lower lip and couldn't help but said, "Don't Li Qianrui feel sorry for you? I remember someone said that the father and daughter took care of you with all their heart, and they were very kind to you. Don't pretend to be pitiful for me."
"She takes good care of me, in some things, but in these things, don't I take care of you?"
When he takes care of people, he is indeed very considerate, sensitive and attentive. He wants everything you can think of, and he can still think of things you can't think of. Apart from not loving enough... This cannot be said to be a sin, but it is inevitable that it will become a problem. hurt.
He doesn't know how to love or care about people. He will only take the one he likes back to the cave, and then take care of and pamper him in his own way.
Wen Yi thought for a long time before whispering, "Because only the weak need to feel sorry for themselves, and you have never been one."
Is it necessary? He has indeed never made such a request.
but-
He still didn't let go of the hand that was bitten by her, and turned to kneading it, "But you care about me, and I still feel very satisfied."