e brows furrowed, his eyes darkened, and even his voice dropped to a low and cold tone. "A month ago, the toxin in the blood was 65%."That is to say, in just half a month, the toxin content in the blo...Butler Wu hadn't reacted yet when a hurried voice suddenly came from upstairs: "Uncle Fu, where are you hurt Is it serious"

Ning Chi ran downstairs with a worried expression, straight towards Fu Lingxiao.

Seeing this, Wu the Butler rushed over in three strides taking two. The young master and Xiaomuxing had quarreled yesterday because of Ning Chichi, and today they were finally making up. He couldn't let her ruin it again.

He blocked Ning Chi at the foot of the stairs, politely yet distantly saying, “Young Master has Xiao Mu Xing to take care of him, so there is no need for Miss Ning to worry.”

Ning Chi looked at Fu Lingxiao, her brow furrowing as she peered out from one side. "Uncle Fu, your complexion looks terrible. Would you like me to make some medicinal food for you"

Fu Lingxiao looked at her and raised his lips slightly, "No need."

"The young master said it's not necessary, so you don't have to worry about it, just go about your business."

Mr. Wu took Ning Chi Chi away and cleared the stairs for Mu Xing, saying, "Little Mu Xing, you help Young Master back to his room to rest."

Mu Xing was worried about her little uncle's health and didn't bother with Ning Chi Chi. She reached out again to hug the man, "Little Uncle, you are very weak now, you need to rest immediately."

However, the moment her hand touched the man, he scooped her up by the waist and held her close.

"Uncle, what are you doing Put me down quickly."

Considering the man's injuries, Mu Xing didn't dare to struggle. As soon as she made a sound, the man suddenly lowered his head, "Didn't you say I was weak I'll show you right now just how weak I am."

The man's handsome face was tinged with a sickly pallor, his jet-black eyes fixed on her. A pale smile played at the corners of his lips, hinting at a strange poignancy.

The domineering and strong aura in their eyes remains undiminished.

Mu Xing was pinned under his intense gaze, her cheeks flushed suddenly, unable to move.

Fu Lingxiao held the little one in his arms, strode upstairs with his long legs.

Only after their figures disappeared down the second-floor corridor did Wu Guanjia quietly retract his stance, which had been blocking Ning Chi Chi.

Ning Chi didn't go upstairs. She glanced at the second floor and walked out of the villa. Then Wu, the housekeeper, felt relieved to get busy.

Fu Lingxiao carried Mu Xing back to the master bedroom, threw him on the bed, and his tall figure directly pressed down.

Mu Xing hurriedly reminded: "Little uncle, be careful of your wound!"

Fu Lingxiao supported himself with his arms on either side of her, his tall figure looming over her. As he sank into the soft mattress and its rebound came to a halt, everything around them seemed frozen in time.

Air, breathing, blood.

Only the man’s pair of dark and heavy eyes kept getting closer, so focused, so…dangerous.

Mu Xing unconsciously held her breath, her earlobe suddenly being captured by a pair of cool, thin lips.

Every word he uttered felt like molten lava pouring into her ears, "Baby, feel it. Feel it thoroughly and then tell me, just how strong is your man"

The warm breath that was exhaled tickled Mu Xing's earlobe, making it hot. The moment she turned her head, the delicate kisses fell like raindrops, quickly sliding down the line of her neck.

A slightly rough palm grabbed her hand, pressing it down on the bed, and slowly inserted itself between her fingers.

The man's hands were incredibly long and beautiful, with fair, cold skin. His bones were clearly defined, his fingers slender, and even his fingernails were strikingly lovely.

When he clutched her, his veins stood out on the back of his hand.

He gripped her hand very tightly, yet it didn't hurt. Mu Xing clearly felt the strength passing from his hand to hers.

Fingers entwined, inseparable.

They were seemingly glued together at this moment.

Her collar was torn open by teeth, hot breath scorching her skin like molten lava, making her heart pound.

"Uncle, I'm uncomfortable..."

Mu Xing was tiny, obediently nestled under the man. Her soft body trembled slightly, her voice soft and yielding like quicksand, pulling the man's unyielding frame in with each breathy word.

Fu Lingxiao originally just wanted to scare this little thing, so that she wouldn't do such outrageous things like hugging him again in the future, but he forgot how tempting this little thing was to him.

Unable to contain oneself, restless and agitated.

Being stuck in the mud barely describes how I feel right now.

He was falling deeper into the abyss, the wind screaming in his ear: Don't hold back anymore! Now! Immediately! Take her!

From his point of view, the little girl below had fair skin and red lips, her raven hair was as black as ink, and her eyes were scattered.

The last shred of rationality in my mind asked: Is this really possible

Uncontrollable emotions tore at him, his body tense to the breaking point. The wound in his abdomen ripped open suddenly, blood seeping through the gauze bandage and dripping constantly onto the floor.

She felt hot liquid dripping onto her body, Mu Xing's scattered thoughts suddenly converged. The air was already filled with a thick metallic scent of blood. She frowned, "Little uncle, you're bleeding!"

The little girl's anxious exclamation made Fu Lingxiao instantly regain his scattered rationality. He controlled the agitation within him, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and unlike himself, "It's nothing, just a wound that split open."

"Little uncle, please let me go! I want to see!" Mu Xing struggled.

The next second, my hand was released. I suddenly felt a weight on me.

She turned her head and saw the man lying on top of her, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his closed eyes fringed with long eyelashes.

"Uncle" Mu Xing called out softly, thinking he had fainted.

"Don't want to let go, baby, just like this, let me hold you for a while."

The man's voice was languid and low, Mu Xing heard a hint of fatigue in it. She reached out and touched his cheek, "Uncle Xiao, be good, treat the wound first. After you're done, you can hug me however you want."

Fu Lingxiao moved, his handsome face rubbing against Mu Xing's neck skin twice, greedily inhaling the faint milky fragrance from her body.

He can't let her go now. Only this can ease the torment of his burning thirst, unquenched and maddening.

Blood was still flowing non-stop, soaking Mu Xing's clothes, hot and sticky.

But the man didn't care at all, just held her motionless like that.

Mu Xing dared not let him continue, quietly taking out her silver needle. Just as she was about to pierce the man's neck, she heard him say lazily, "Baby, do you want to knock me unconscious so that you can do whatever you want"

Mu Xing's finger paused, apparently not expecting that even in extreme weakness, the man could still sense it.

Fu Lingxiao looked up at the stunned little girl, his voice tinged with amusement. "Don't bother so much, I can just lie down myself. You do whatever you like, baby."

Having said that, he loosened his grip on her, rolled over and lay flat on his back, still unwilling to let the little thing worry too much about him.

Seeing that the man finally cooperated, Mu Xing immediately put away her silver needles, lifted his shirt, and lightly tapped on both sides of the wound on his abdomen to stop the bleeding. Then, she ran to get a medical kit and treated his wounds.

Upon removing the bandage and gauze, the sutured wound gaped open, with torn flesh revealing bloody, mangled tissue.

Such a wound, on Mu Xing's body, she wouldn't feel anything. But on her little uncle's body, it made her feel, more painful than if she herself was hurt. side by side, admiring the display.Mu Xing looked up at the brilliant fireworks in the night sky, a blush rising on her pink lips.Shen Luet turned his head and gazed deeply at her, his delicate profi...