Best friends dressed up in ancient times to become mistresses? You run, I run too!

Is there no law anymore? Breaking into a woman's room at night and taking her hostage, and then complaining that she's delicate?

Shen Ningzhu's chest heaved with anger, her delicate phoenix eyes glaring fiercely at the other person, as if she wanted to bite them to death.

She's inexplicably kind of cute like that.

The man's expression flashed, and he said in a low, husky voice:

"If you don't say anything, I'll let you go; if you agree, just blink."

Shen Ningzhu quickly did as instructed.

The other party was trustworthy and immediately released Shen Ningzhu's lips, but did not move away. "Please forgive me, young lady. I had no intention of offending you, but I was seriously injured and had no choice but to resort to this measure. I hope you can forgive me. By the way, could you please treat my wound?"

Shen Ningzhu was unwilling, but she could only nod.

The speed at which that person pounced was so fast it was almost a blur. Even severely injured, he still possessed such skill; she'd better not act rashly.

only……

Shen Ningzhu looked down and said calmly:

"Could you please move a little?"

The man in black paused, his gaze following her downwards, until he saw his broad, firm chest pressed tightly against Shen Ningzhu's soft body.

wow-

The man's mind went blank for a moment, his face flushed with embarrassment. He quickly jumped away, splashing water as he tried to get as far away from Shen Ningzhu as possible. However, with two people sitting in the single bathtub and her tall stature, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't create much distance.

The atmosphere instantly became ambiguous.

The temperature inside the room began to rise steadily. Shen Ningzhu held her breath and stared at him warily, too scared to even breathe, fearing that he might become a beast and turn into a womanizer.

After all, this body belongs to a stunningly beautiful woman, and the scene is such a vivid and alluring picture of a woman emerging from a bath; it's normal for some men to lose their composure.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Don't worry, I'll take responsibility for you," the man in black stammered.

Shen Ningzhu's lips twitched.

What does he mean by that? Could it be...?

Before he could think much, there was a splash, and the man quickly stood up from the bathtub, walked a few steps behind the screen, and said awkwardly:

"Please get dressed quickly, young lady. Don't worry, I will not peek."

"..."

Is he some innocent guy? So shy, yet he tries to imitate assassins by covering his face with a mask? Oh well, I'll let it go.

Shen Ningzhu quickly got out of the bathtub, took the dress that had been prepared in advance and changed into it before leaving the screen.

At this moment, the man's body was already swaying precariously, his face was pale, his breathing was unsteady, and he was covered in sweat, barely managing to stand still.

Shen Ningzhu then noticed that his tight black clothes were torn in many places, looking as if they had been slashed by a knife, and blood was still oozing out from inside.

Without thinking twice, I went to the bedside table to get the first-aid kit, took out gauze and wound medicine to apply the medicine to his wound.

The other party was very cooperative, sitting at the table and waiting for her.

Without a word, Shen Ningzhu grabbed a pair of scissors and cut open the clothes that were in the way, revealing a gruesome wound underneath. It was a sword wound, very deep, with flesh turned inside out.

How painful must that be?

Shen Ningzhu shivered involuntarily and glanced at the man above her with a hint of sympathy.

The man was completely covered up, except for a pair of handsome phoenix eyes that were visible. They were long, deep-set, and dark and bright. As if sensing Shen Ningzhu's sympathy, he smiled at her and said:

"Do whatever you want, it doesn't hurt."