I won't allow you to frame Zhu Jing!" Tong Yimo couldn't help clenching her fists and roared angrily.Su Manxue clicked her tongue and narrowed her eyes, looking down on Tong Yimo with disdain. She gri...Tong Yimo listened and felt her heart ache. She clutched her suitcase in one hand and walked nervously towards her older brother Leng Yeshen's room.
Big Brother Leng Ye Chen's door was wide open. Perhaps because the curtains were drawn, the light inside was somewhat dim.
"Big brother Big brother, are you okay" Tong Yimo walked inside while tentatively asking.
When she walked into the room, she didn't see her elder brother Leng Yechen's figure. Just as she was about to turn and leave, a hint of sensitivity crept over her heart, causing her to subconsciously turn her head and look at the door to the study next to her.
"Brother" Tong Yimo called out again.
As soon as she reached the door, a cold voice suddenly boomed from inside: "Get out!"
Tong Yimo froze, standing at the doorway, not daring to step inside.
"That...big brother...did something happen to you Or should I call Aunt Liu over to help you" Tong Yimo asked weakly.
Because, she was in the air, she smelled a scent of blood.
"Are you Yimò" Leng Ye's tone softened slightly, no longer as cold and ruthless as before.
Tong Yimo softly replied, "Hmm."
"You... don't worry about me." Leng Ye's voice was a little hoarse.
"Big brother, are you hurt" Tong Yimo chased after and asked, directly walking inside.
The study was dimly lit, casting an ambiguous warmth, but under the influence of the metallic scent, this ambiguity vanished, replaced by a chilling eeriness.
Cold Ye Chen shivered slightly, sitting cross-legged by the floor-to-ceiling window in his study. The heavy curtains were drawn, obscuring his expression. However, his bare chest and abnormal flush, coupled with the blue veins bulging from his face due to excessive suppression, revealed his extreme discomfort.
"Who let you in" Leng Yechen raised his eyes to glance at Tong Yimo before quickly retracting his gaze. He then stood up from the ground, his steps slightly labored as he slowly walked to the sofa and sat down.
Tong Yimo looked at Leng Yeshen, her curved willow eyebrows inadvertently raised, and a gleam of astonishment flashed in her shimmering eyes.
His suit pants were soaked with blood, which flowed down his shoes and spread across the ground in a horrifyingly long trail.
"Big brother, wait a moment, I'll go get you some medicine!" Tong Yimo turned and ran to the door, to her suitcase. She put the suitcase down, opened it, and took out a small medicine box from inside.
This is her personal habit, no matter where she travels, she always brings a medicine box just in case.
Tong Yimò carried the medicine box and walked straight to Leng Yeshen's side, squatting down.
His trousers had a hole in them, the edge of the hole was bloody and raw.
Tong Yimo took out a pair of scissors from the medicine box, gently pinched up the trousers, and then cut off all the cloth around the bloody wound.
She carefully tended to his wounds, while he sat primly on the sofa, not even flinching.
In the cold night, Chen felt Tong Yimo's hand was very cold when it touched his skin, which made him feel comfortable.
The agitation that had just been suppressed by him surged up again, and reason gradually slipped towards the edge of loss.
In the cold night, Leng Ye's sharp black eyes gazed intently at Tong Yi Mo who was burying her head to treat her own wounds.
I could only feel the whiteness and roundness of her earlobes, the smooth jawline extending beautifully to beneath her pink lips.
Leng Ye Chen's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, his lower abdomen tense and throbbing with an unbearable heat.
His forehead, once again slick with beads of perspiration, and his breaths grew deeper and slower.
Gradually, the effects of the drug in his body began to take hold again, little by little, devouring his rationality.
Leng Ye sank to his senses, closing his eyes and pressing his thin lips together, trying his best to restrain himself.
"Get out!"
He wanted to make his tone as gentle as possible towards her, but in the end he still said harsh words to her.
Tong Yi Mo continued to bandage Leng Ye Shen's wound without looking up, and said in a bad mood: "I'll bandage you up and then 'get out' alright! How did you get such a big gash on your thigh You even ruptured an artery! If I don't treat it in time, you'll lose too much blood and faint!"
Actually, whether he closed his eyes or opened them, the woman in his heart and mind was all Tong Yimò.
If she kept quiet, he could bear it. But the moment she spoke, he couldn't take it anymore because he had reached his limit.
In the cold night, Chen He opened his eyes with a terrifying glare, his bloodthirsty eyes fixed on Tong Yi Mo like a lion sizing up its prey.
His handsome face flushed crimson, his eyes bloodshot and filled with heat radiating from his scalp.
After Tong Yimo bandaged Leng Yeshen's wound, she took out a small porcelain bottle from the medicine box. She poured out two coffee-colored pills and raised her head to offer them to Leng Yeshen.
"Here you go, eat this! It'll stop the bleeding and ease the pain!" Tong Yimo continued.
She offered him the pills, but Leng Yechen hesitated for a long time before taking them.
Tong Yi Mo saw that he ignored her, just about to get up, suddenly her waist was held by a hand, and she fell unpreparedly onto Big Brother Leng Ye Shen's other thigh.
15411/41883742s, one leg suspended in mid-air and the other tiptoeing on the ground. His gaze unintentionally landed on Tong Yimo's left middle finger. With a nonchalant expression, he asked, "Damn it, you got enga...