Qin Xinglie looked at the pain on Gu Zhao's face and the knitted eyebrows, and the anger in his eyes disappeared a lot.

He did not speak, but tightened the corners of his mouth, gritted his teeth, and walked quickly to Gu Zhao. He looked at the wound that had been torn apart by Gu Zhao and started to bleed. He whispered angrily, "You, you are really good, Gu Zhao."

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Not only did he inflict such a deep cut on himself to carry out the torture plan, he even bandaged the wound so roughly.

Has she been here like this for so many years?

Many similar scenes suddenly appeared in Qin Xinglie's mind, all of them showing Gu Zhao being seriously injured and his clothes stained with blood.

Veins popped up on his forehead, and his eyes turned red.

During the six years of searching for Gu Zhao, Qin Xinglie imagined Gu Zhao's situation more than once.

He always thought that with Gu Zhao's intelligence and skill, he should be able to live a good life.

But now it seems that this is not the case - otherwise she would not have learned to be so cruel to herself.

"Gu Zhao?" Gu Zhao looked at Qin Xinglie doubtfully, "Nineteenth Young Master, what are you talking about?"

Qin Xinglie's eyes were red, and he was so angry that he almost wanted to laugh, "Stop pretending!"

He Luguang, whom Lin Junting was protecting, was actually a woman. Is there another possibility for his true identity besides Gu Zhao?

When the death-seeking army retreated, Lin Junting made every excuse not to leave. Is there any other reason besides wanting to stay and protect Gu Zhao?

The familiar details he felt from He Luguang were not an illusion at all!

Just because Gu Zhao didn't want to, he chose to keep silent and not expose it.

But now, Gu Zhao actually hurt himself like this!

Qin Xinglie took a step forward, held Gu Zhao's arm, and wanted to help her remove the layers of clothing stuck to the wound, but Gu Zhao forced him away.

Afraid of touching Gu Zhao's wound, Qin Xinglie did not dare to use force at all and could only let Gu Zhao pull his arm back.

Gu Zhao's expression was calm, "No need to bother the Nineteenth Young Master."

Looking at Gu Zhao, who was still indifferent and clearly wanted to reject people thousands of miles away, Qin Xinglie's red eyes suddenly became sharp.

He grabbed Gu Zhao's right shoulder and pressed her against the wall.

Even so, Qin Xinglie still only dared to hold down the right half of Gu Zhao's body and did not dare to touch her injured arm.

He lowered his head and stared at Gu Zhao closely, his body trembling a little.

"If you dare to call me Nineteenth Young Master again, I will kiss you." Qin Xinglie lowered his voice, leaned over and threatened Gu Zhao's ear.

Gu Zhao sneered, "Young Master Nineteenth, do you really love men so much?"

Qin Xinglie suddenly laughed, and his laughter was cold. Two rows of white teeth lightly rubbed together, and a stream of warm air passed by Gu Zhao's ear. "Young Master He, are you inviting me?"

"Bah!" Gu Zhao spat. Before he could continue his sarcasm, he was blocked by lips that suddenly approached.

"Don't move, don't move, be careful with your hands." Qin Xinglie finally tasted this familiar feeling again. Even if he was beaten repeatedly by Gu Zhao because of it, the smile on his face could not be suppressed.

However, Gu Zhao was so angry that his orifices were smoking, and his whole face seemed to be on fire. His attacks were so ruthless that Qin Xinglie could only move around in the room.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, be careful not to be heard by the next door."

Qin Xinglie avoided the twitching of his vaginal legs and climbed up against the wall. "The wound is cracked. I'll apply medicine for you!"

Gu Zhao stood on the ground, looking up at Qin Xinglie who had climbed up the beam like a big spider: "You, if you have the ability, come down here!"

Qin Xinglie lay on the beam, shaking his head like a rattle.

He would have endured a normal beating, but the places where Gu Zhao struck were too harsh. He couldn't really fight back. If he was really beaten by Gu Zhao, his happiness would be gone for the rest of his life...

Gu Zhao grabbed a cup and threw it at him. Qin Xinglie shrank back, but the cup missed and fell from a height, shattering to pieces.

"Brother Lu Guang?" Yun Congheng's doubtful voice came from outside the door, "Are you okay?"

Gu Zhao glared hard at Qin Xinglie, who had his head sticking out from the beam, took a deep breath, and replied in a calm tone, "It's okay, brother, don't worry."

Yun Conghengxian was not dismissed so easily. He stood outside the door and continued to ask, "Is it convenient for me to come in?"

Gu Zhao looked around. She had fought with Qin Xinglie before, but there were no traces left. Then she went over and opened the door. "Brother, please come in."

Yun Congheng walked in first and saw the fragments of the cup on the ground.

"It's a bit inconvenient for me to apply medicine on one hand." Gu Zhao explained casually, "I accidentally knocked it off."

Yun Conghengxian glanced around and saw that there was nothing unusual, so he felt relieved and said, "Let me help you apply the medicine."

Gu Zhao actually didn't want him to do it, not because he was really afraid of what Qin Xinglie would do, but since Qin Xinglie could see that the wound was caused by herself, would Yun Conghengxian also be able to see it?

If Yun Congheng discovered the flaw first, the subsequent plans would be useless.

Just as she was about to refuse, she heard someone knocking on the courtyard door again.

This time, Yun Conghengxian's expression turned serious.

This yard is located in a remote area, and the people who take care of the yard rarely interact with the surrounding neighbors. There shouldn't be such frequent knocks on the door.

He made a careful gesture to Gu Zhao and walked towards the door.
Chapter completed!