Mu Shenjie touched the little head of the court and the public, "Mom is very tired and is sleeping. Don't quarrel with her. Do you hear that?"

"I heard it!" The three little ones said in unison very obediently.

Mu Shenjie took the three little ones downstairs and went to have a meal.

Then let them play on their own.

Ruan Muxi woke up almost ten o'clock.

She looked confused at first, and after a while she sat up.

The physical fatigue made her look unenergized.

He looked at the location of the window curtain with a dull look.

She wished she would never wake up after falling asleep.

Is it the happiest thing to die in your sleep?

It wouldn't come to me even if I think about it, after all, she is a person with a ill-fated fate.

Happiness is far away for her...

Ruan Muxi lifted up his loose silk sleeves, revealing the wound that had been removed from the gauze.

The wound has scabbed and is red next to it.

When Ruan Muxi's fingers touched, it felt bumpy.

She didn't know how she had survived these days, and the Walking Dead was better than her.

So, I looked at the scabbed scars and didn’t like them, and I was crazy about tearing them apart!

The nails began to exert force, sinking into the depths of the scab, the scab began to break, and blood came out of it.

At first it was blood beads, and finally it was blood flowing down, dripping onto the quilt, clicking, clicking...

"What are you doing!" Mu Shenjie roared suddenly and grabbed her hand.

Bright red blood was dyed on the pink fingertips, and they slid down along the thin white fingers into the palm of your hand, and then to your wrist.

The quilt and arms were covered with blood, which was shocking.

Mu Shenjie's face was sinister, his breathing was heavy, and his whole body was extremely tense.

The hand that pinched Ruan Muxi's wrist was trembling, and took out his cell phone with his other hand to call Song Yu.

After calling, he ordered Hailin to bring up the medical box.

The maid came in. She was startled when she saw the blood on the bed and hurriedly lowered her head and opened the medicine box.

Mu Shenjie sat on the edge of the bed, with a terrible expression on his face to wipe the edge of the wound with anti-inflammatory medicine, and the blood that was covered with everywhere.

Ruan Muxi looked at his arm without blinking.

It doesn't seem to hurt.

Mu Shenjie was extremely angry and grabbed her face, "What are you doing? What are you doing to me!"

Ruan Muxi looked at him coldly, without saying anything, without responding.

This appearance almost pushed Mu Shenjie's violent emotions to the peak.

"Did I hear me talking to you?"

"...Are you angry?" Ruan Muxi asked. "Are you going to put me in a cage? I can crawl in by myself."

Mu Shenjie's face was tortured, and his forehead was full of blue veins, and his black eyes stared at her tightly, but his hand holding her face could no longer exert force.

There was a knock on the door outside, and then Song Yu entered the bedroom.

The atmosphere in the bedroom dropped to freezing point, a dangerous state that was about to break out.

When I saw the bits of blood on the bed, I couldn't help but frown.

Mu Shenjie let go of Ruan Muxi's hand, stood up and walked to the side.

Song Yu immediately stepped forward and untied the gauze on Ruan Muxi's wrist.

The wound can be said to be bloody and fuzzy.

The irregular shape of the wound edge can be seen to tear the original wound open with your hands.

Only Ruan Muxi would do this.

She became self-harm again.


Chapter completed!