She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

Sun Zhixin's face was deathly pale, his eyes rolled back in pain, and his lips trembled incessantly, turning blue.

"Han...I...I...I...I was...wrong..."

Blood quickly stained most of his head red.

Han Xi's hands and trouser legs were also soaked in blood.

Han Xi frowned, his eyes revealing deep disgust.

Seeing that Sun Zhixin was already in a semi-comatose state, breathing more out than in, and unable to even speak clearly, he finally let go and got up.

Sun Zhixin was in a daze, the pain no longer able to keep him awake. He felt as if his head had been pierced, with cold air drilling straight into it. His whole head was heavy and numb, and even his vision became blurred.

The tall figure in front of me slowly moved away.

He thought it was over.

The result, the next moment.

"what!!!!"

A cry of pain.

Roar.

He gritted his teeth and shouted it from deep in his throat.

Just hearing it sends chills down your spine and makes you tremble all over.

Han Xi stood tall and elegant, his left hand loosely in his pocket, his blood-stained right hand holding an open bottle of vodka, which he held above Sun Zhixin's head, tilting it slightly.

The white, transparent liquid fell from the air, dripping onto Sun Zhixin's head.

The alcohol seeped through the gauze and seeped into his wound, causing a burning, piercing pain!

"Ah... hiss..."

The sound of his jaw chattering wildly.

Sun Zhixin's back was bent, and he was curled up in pain.

The wine was poured intermittently, and the cries of pain rose and fell with it. When the last bottle was completely poured out, the person on the ground had no strength left to even scream, only suppressed, trembling gasps.

-

The master bedroom on the second floor of the main house.

Fang Li was fast asleep when she felt the blanket behind her being pulled back, and then a damp, slightly cool body slipped in and pressed against her from behind.

She frowned and tried to dodge.

The person behind him fell silent.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, the person behind her moved. Long arms slipped under her neck and around her waist, giving her no chance to escape, forcefully turning her body and pulling her into their arms.

"Hmm..." Fang Li frowned and struggled a couple of times in dissatisfaction.

The hand behind her immediately patted her reassuringly, and the man's deep voice whispered softly in her ear: "Sweetheart, go to sleep."

The man held her very tightly.

Fang Li's nose touched his long neck.

She unconsciously rubbed against him, just as she was about to fall asleep again, when a strange smell slowly entered her nostrils. In her sleep, Fang Li frowned and pulled open her long eyelashes.

He squinted, his eyes blurry, and looked up.

"Han Xi?"

"Ah."

What...smells like on you?

In the darkness, Han Xi's deep eyes narrowed slightly.

His Adam's apple vibrated: "What?"

Fang Li, still half-asleep, murmured, "It smells...like blood..."

Han Xi's heart tightened, but he did not answer.

After a long while, the woman in his arms gradually began to breathe regularly and had clearly fallen asleep again. Only then did Han Xi relax his breathing slightly, his deep-set eyes lowered as he looked at the fluffy head of hair in front of him.

He had already taken a shower when he came out of the small building.

did not expect.......

This woman is so perceptive, even when she's asleep.

A hint of helplessness appeared in Han Xi's eyes. He lowered his head and gently kissed the top of her head, which was emitting a faint fragrance, before slowly closing his eyes with a slight smile.

-

The next day.

When Fang Li woke up, there was no one beside her.

She got up, clutching the blanket, and looked around in confusion, unsure whether the body she had vaguely sensed last night was real or not.

Fang Li frowned, scratched her messy long hair, sat there blankly for a few seconds, then threw off the covers and got out of bed.

Half an hour later, she finished washing up, changed her clothes, and went downstairs.

Today is a beautiful sunny day.

The main gate of the house was wide open, and the sunlight reflected off it, creating colorful patches of light that streamed in through the doorway.

It even brings a sense of relief, like the sun breaking through the clouds.

Fang Li smiled and walked downstairs slowly. She greeted Aunt Rong, who was coming out of the kitchen, from a distance: "Good morning, Aunt Rong!"

Last night, the two of them came back looking like that.

Aunt Rong was so worried that she didn't sleep well all night.

Seeing Fang Li in such a good mood, his own gloomy mood from the night before was lifted, and he smiled and said, "Good morning, madam."

"Where's Han Xi?" Fang Li asked as soon as she came downstairs.

Aunt Rong laid out the placemats and set out the tableware as she answered, "Sir went to the company. It seems that some big project has been finalized. Many people are waiting for Sir to have a meeting. Assistant Lin arrived very early this morning."

"Oh." Fang Li nodded, walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Aunt Rong helped her set out the tableware, and soon the other servants brought out breakfast and placed it in front of her one by one.

Fang Li held her chopsticks and ate in small bites.

While eating, he suddenly remembered something, put down his chopsticks, and looked at Aunt Rong: "Was there anything different about him when he left today?"

"Huh?" Rong Sheng didn't quite understand.

Fang Li frowned. "Oh dear, is there anything about him that seems off? Or rather, have you noticed any injuries on his body?"

"Injured?" Aunt Rong frowned, puzzled. "Sir looks... no different from usual. I don't see any signs of injury."

No?

Fang Li lowered her eyes, lost in thought.

The chopsticks in his hand poked at the porridge in the bowl one by one.

She must have been right; the smell she smelled on him in her dream last night must have been the smell of blood.

Enveloped in the refreshing scent of shower gel, and looking so glamorous, she must have a lot of blood to burn.

If he wasn't injured, then the blood must belong to someone else.

Thinking of this, Fang Li looked up at Aunt Rong and asked, "Did he go out last night?"

Aunt Rong paused for a moment, then nodded: "She did go out for a while, but she came back in less than an hour."

He told her to go to sleep first, and she thought he had gone to the study to take care of some work, but she didn't expect him to actually go out.

Seeing Fang Li's preoccupied state, Aunt Rong tentatively asked, "Madam, are you and your husband...?"

"What?" Unable to figure it out, Fang Li simply gave up trying to guess.

He ate his meal in small bites, without looking up to ask.

Aunt Rong thought for a moment and said, "There are some things that we as servants are not in a position to say, but I have watched the master grow up. Over the years, I have never seen him take any woman seriously. You are truly one of a kind."

The small bowl of porridge was quickly emptied. Hearing this, Fang Li put down her spoon and looked up.

"Really? He doesn't care about his mother either?" A sly glint flashed in his eyes.

Aunt Rong was taken aback, then laughed indignantly: "...Madam!"

Fang Li chuckled softly.

Aunt Rong took a deep breath and said with a smile, "I know that you and your husband do not want to get married because of love like other couples. You seem to still have some concerns about your husband, but I can see that he has long regarded you as his wife."

"They say it takes a hundred years of cultivation to share a boat ride and a thousand years to share a pillow. The fact that you and your husband are together shows that you are destined for each other. I don't know what has happened between you two these past two days, but what I want to say is that your husband is not as cold-hearted as he seems on the surface. He is actually..."