Mu Wanxi struggled to help Yin Mujue into the dilapidated house. It was dilapidated everywhere, the walls were stained with lime, and the air seemed to be filled with a putrid smell.

Yin Mujue refused to go to the hospital or the police station; insisting on coming here, Mu Wanxi looked around, her eyes fell on his bleeding shoulder, and finally settled on his pale handsome face, "Here...

Is this where you used to live?"

The living allowance given by his father is enough for him to rent a nice single apartment, so why should he live in such a shabby place?

"There is a medicine kit under the TV cabinet." Yin Mujue half-closed his eyes, not looking at her.

Mu Wanxi turned around and found a white medicine box under the dusty TV cabinet. She took it over and opened it. There were bandages, gauze, tourniquets, painkillers, anti-inflammatory drugs, and cold medicines.

"I... what should I do..." Mu Wanxi was unprepared when facing his wound. The first aid measures taught in the school did not teach students how to remove the wound.

Yin Mujue raised his hand and tore his clothes apart, exposing the wound. He closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Use iodine to disinfect the tweezers and take them out!"

"I...I don't dare!" Mu Wanxi looked at his wound, her voice was trembling, why had she just taken out the wound?

"Mu Wanxi, you want to watch me bleed to death so that the Mu family can be taken over by Gu..."

"Of course not!" Mu Wanxi interrupted him in the next second. With trembling fingers, she found tweezers and iodine in the medicine box in a panic. She bit her lip and said stubbornly: "I'm not as dirty as you think!"

If you just take out the zither, it won't be a problem for me.

Mu Wanxi, come on!

Yin Mujue leaned against the old and moldy sofa, staring at Mu Wanxi with stern eyes. The muscles in his palm-sized oval face were trembling with fear. He was obviously scared to death, but he was holding on so cutely!

A teasing smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she suddenly realized that she was much more interesting than she thought!

Mu Wanxi's heart was pounding, her fingers were trembling uncontrollably, and she tried very hard to take out the instrument for him. With great difficulty, she used the tweezers to hold the instrument, and when she pulled it out hard, blood and warm liquid splashed everywhere.

When her cheeks were pink, she was stunned when she saw the curvature of the corners of his mouth...

Is he crazy? He can still laugh now?!

Stop the bleeding, take medicine, and clean up the blood stains; the next thing is much easier than Mu Wanxi imagined.

Yin Mujue remained silent, staring at Mu Wanxi with eyes that became darker and darker, as if covered with a layer of gray curtains, and seemed to be immersed in deep memories.

"Yin Mujue, are you still an eighteen-year-old boy? Why were you either being chased or shot? What on earth did you do outside?"

As Mu Wanxi wiped the blood from her face, she was still frightened when she thought of that horrific scene.

Yin Mujue was lying on the sofa, staring at her with sharp eyes. Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, his ruthless lips turned white, and he pursed a colorless arc without saying a word.

"Yin Mujue!" Mu Wanxi dropped the towel and looked at him seriously. This was not a joke. If the opponent's shooting skills were on point, he would be dead...

"If I said that the murderer who wanted my life today was your dearest mother... Mu Wanxi, what would you do?"

Yin Mujue raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her with a half-smile.

Mu Wanxi was stunned. What if it was mommy?
Chapter completed!