When the servant opened the door and went in, he found that apart from the servant, there was no one else downstairs, including Mo Junhao.

"Where's Mr. Mo?"

Han Zhiqing looked sideways, looked at the housekeeper who was following her, and asked aloud.

"Our husband and wife have gone to England, and the young master is alone upstairs."

The housekeeper replied like this, and saw him pause again, as if he thought of something, and said to Han Zhiqing:

"The young master's hand was scratched by glass fragments, and we are not allowed to bandage it. If Miss Han can persuade the young master, please let him bandage his hand."

Han Zhiqing's heart suddenly tightened because of the housekeeper's words, and a touch of nervousness slipped through her eyes.

"His hand was cut again?"

She thought that during the day, Mo Junhao's right hand was still bandaged, but at that time, she had no time to pay too much attention.

Now when I heard the housekeeper talk about it, I thought about how during the day I saw the red blood seeping out of his palms, and my brows furrowed inadvertently.

"Yes, the young master drinks every night and smashes the glass after drinking. Miss Han, the young master..."

When the housekeeper said this, he paused again and opened his mouth, looking like he was hesitating to speak.

Han Zhiqing waited for him to speak, but saw that he finally hid what was in his heart, shook his head at Han Zhiqing and said:

"The young master is waiting for you upstairs. Come up."

Han Zhiqing looked at the housekeeper with some confusion as he hesitated to speak. In the end, she did not ask further questions. She just nodded to the housekeeper with a blank look in her eyes and walked upstairs.

The housekeeper looked at her back going upstairs and sighed helplessly.

Even a servant like him could see how much the young master loved her, so why couldn't she feel it at all?

Han Zhiqing walked to Mo Junhao's bedroom door and was about to knock on the door, but saw that the door was ajar and there was no sound from inside.

With some confusion, she reached out and gently pushed open the door.

There was no light in the room, only the bright moonlight came in through the large transparent floor-to-ceiling window, allowing her to see clearly what was going on inside.

Mo Junhao stood in front of the window with his back to her, holding a bottle of red wine in his hand. The blood seeping from his palms dripped down the red wine bottle to the ground.

In the darkness, his slender back was stretched very long by the moonlight, looking lonely and lonely.

He had his back turned to her, and he looked so distressed at this moment.

He didn't seem to notice her coming in. He just looked out the window quietly from beginning to end. The moonlight shining on him looked inexplicably cold.

His eyes became sour when they touched the red blood that kept dripping from his hands.

She lifted her feet and walked towards him slowly.

Finally, when Mo Junhao's eyes, which were originally looking out the window indifferently, heard the approaching footsteps behind him, a hint of unnoticeable splendor flashed through his eyes.

But in the next second, such brilliance disappeared in a flash, his thin lips curved, and he turned around to face Han Zhiqing.

The originally calm gaze had turned into a sinister one, and her blue eyes locked on Han Zhiqing's face that was getting closer. She raised her hand, looked at the time on the watch, and said:

"Half an hour is just right."

He raised his feet and moved a little closer to Han Zhiqing, "For that friend of yours, you are really willing to listen to me in everything."

He lowered his eyebrows and moved his thin lips slightly. Looking at Han Zhiqing's face that looked a little pale in the moonlight, a trace of distress still slipped through his eyes.

Han Zhiqing didn't care what he said. She should have been prepared since he asked her to be his lover.

She lowered her eyes and sighed secretly in her heart. Her eyes touched the red blood dripping on his hand again, and her eyes were sore from heartache.

"Your hands are still bleeding."

She spoke as if she was reminding him, or as a casual opening remark, but her tone sounded a little choked.

Mo Junhao's heart inexplicably tightened because of her words. At this moment, his eyes suddenly turned to her, and his originally sinister blue eyes still flashed with a hint of splendor inadvertently.

Seeing that her eyes were still lowered, her eyes were fixed on his bleeding palm without moving away.

He just repeated in a choked voice: "Your hands are still bleeding."

A strange light flashed through Mo Junhao's eyes again, but in the next second, Han Zhiqing's originally lowered head was raised at this moment, looking directly into his seemingly unruffled eyes, and said:

"Let me bandage you first."

After seeing her say these words, her eyes happened to touch the medicine box in the room, and she picked up her feet and walked over.

Mo Junhao watched her movements and did not stop her.

Seeing her carrying the medicine box on the cabinet, she walked to him again and said, "Come and sit down."

She naturally took his hand, looked into his stunned blue eyes, and sat down on the sofa stupidly.

I saw her taking out wound medicine and gauze from the medicine box, and bandaging him carefully and carefully.

The wound scratched by the glass was very deep, and you could even see the white flesh inside. Han Zhiqing's heart ached again.

Her eyes were filled with heat. She lowered her head and bandaged him calmly. Silent tears still fell down when she saw his ugly wounds.

When the hot tears accidentally dripped onto Mo Junhao's deep red wound, the burning sting made Mo Junhao frown slightly.

My heart suddenly tightened a bit.

Blue eyes suddenly turned to her lowered head. He couldn't see her face clearly, but he could clearly tell what the drop of liquid was that fell into his palm, burned his wound and knocked his heart.

She...cryed?

Crying because of his injury?

He looked at Han Zhiqing's lowered head and asked himself in his mind, but unlike before, he was not as happy as he was for her scratched arm, or because of her distressed crying.

This time, he was at a loss because of her tears, and he couldn't get an answer from beginning to end.

Why was she crying?

Put on a show for him? Like before, for her purpose, using all means and every step of the way so that he could be used by her willingly?

Haha~~~Isn’t this possibility possible?

Or, this possibility is greater than any other possibility.

In order to destroy Han Haotian, she would not hesitate to give her body to him, so what does it mean to shed tears for him?

It’s just a means in the transaction!

Mo Junhao watched her raise her head in front of him after tying the last knot for him, with tears still on her thick eyelashes.

"alright."

Her voice sounded a little tired, and her sore waist made her subconsciously stand up, frowning slightly.

Just as she stood up, her calf suddenly cramped, causing her to groan subconsciously in pain, and she couldn't help but bend down a bit.

She reflexively brushed her hand towards her calf and rubbed it gently, but she forgot that Mo Junhao was sitting next to her.

When his blue eyes saw her suddenly bending down, he reflexively wanted to reach out to help her, but when he just stretched out his hand, he coldly retracted it.

Seeing that she had stood up straight now, her brows were still furrowed.

His hands would drag his waist from time to time and rub it gently, his expression looking a little uncomfortable.

Forcing himself not to care, he looked back coldly, stood up from the sofa, kicked away the medicine box in front of him, and walked directly to her.

In her suddenly cramped eyes, her thin lips curled up.

"Now that your hand is wrapped, there is one more thing you really need to do."

"What's up?"

Looking into Mo Junhao's eyes, his heart trembled inexplicably.

Seeing a sinister coolness slip through Mo Junhao's blue eyes at this moment, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed her arm, and threw her to the bed.

While she was rubbing her elbows in pain, Mo Junhao's cold voice came in front of her in an inhumane manner——

"Take off your clothes!"

The awe-inspiring gaze became vicious and deep, and the blue eyes were like thousands of sharp knives, locking Han Zhiqing's gaze and not allowing her to resist at all.

But Han Zhiqing was frightened by his words, and panic flashed in her black eyes.

"what are you up to?"

Her body subconsciously moved back, her hands grabbing the lapel of her clothes, not daring to let Mo Junhao get close.

At this time, Mo Junhao could no longer see any emotion in his eyes except sinisterness.

"Let you do what you should do as a lover (harmony)."

He leaned forward and pulled her in front of him, and then pressed his strong chest towards her.

"Mo Junhao, you are not allowed to touch me!"
Chapter completed!