palm blade

When the first alarm clock rang, Mu Zixing opened his eyes.

The sun was shining outside, shining in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he tilted his head to avoid the light that pierced his eyes.

The back of his hand rested on his forehead, and because of the low blood sugar, even in the sun, the half of his face that was exposed outside was still pale.

Enduring the dizziness for a while, Mu Zixing sat up, put the photo frame in his arms back to its original position, then took out a fudge from the drawer, and put it in his mouth.

The sweet and greasy taste spread on the tip of the tongue, and the fatigue that permeated the limbs and bones finally dissipated a lot.

Mu Zixing got out of bed and walked to the french window, but his hand that was about to close the gauze curtain stopped.

His room is next to Lei Shao's, with a wide view, and he can see the whole garden.

At this moment, the newcomer Shen Ai is sitting on the swing that used to be exclusive to Yan Yi under the wisteria trellis.

The breeze suffocated, wisteria flowers fluttered gently, and the figure sitting on the white swing gradually overlapped with Yan Yi. Mu Zixing suddenly clenched the gauze curtain in his hand. If it was that person, he would turn his head to Lei Shao and laugh At that time, his eyes seemed to glance across Mu Zixing's room inadvertently.

He knew that Mu Zixing was looking at him, and he was also crazily jealous of him.

Occasionally, he would smile in the direction of Mu Zixing's window, like a mockery.

Mu Zixing felt that his breathing was getting heavy, and he could clearly hear the sound of his heart beating in his ears.

He was waiting, waiting for the man to turn his head, but the next second, the man left the swing directly.

Mu Zixing suddenly came back to his senses, and only then did he remember that the other party was not Yan Yi who died at his own hands, but Shen Ai, a person who didn't know that Mu Zixing had unreasonable thoughts about Lei Shao.

The gauze curtain was drawn in front of his eyes, blocking the outside scene. Mu Zixing stood there for a few seconds, and when his ups and downs were completely calmed down, he turned and left the room.

"Brother Xing." The bodyguard standing guard outside greeted him.

Mu Zixing nodded and asked, "What about sir?"

"In the garden with Young Master Shen." The bodyguard replied.

When he woke up, these people had already called Shen Ai this way.

Mu Zixing licked the little bit of sweetness remaining in the corner of his mouth, suppressed the bitterness welling up in his throat, and walked towards the garden.

When he was in the room, his line of sight was separated by two cherry blossom trees, and he didn't see Lei Shao.

When he walked around, he found that the other party was sitting in the corner pavilion with a pot of coffee in his hand, and Shen Ai was obediently sitting opposite him.

Mu Zixing hesitated for a moment, then returned to the original road.

"Brother Xing, the apartment for Young Master Shen has been tidied up, do you want to go over and have a look?" Someone came over and asked.

"No, just pick a few people to take care of his safety." Mu Zixing said, judging from his understanding of Shen Ai's first meeting, the young man himself is not a well-behaved and obedient character, I believe that his days with Mr. will last long.

After checking Lei Shao's itinerary for today, and seeing that the afternoon is empty, Mu Zixing explained and left the door.

It was already past the meal time, so he found a random restaurant, took a few bites, and then drove to the best plastic surgery hospital in the city.

Lei Shao asked him to remove all the scars, but Mu Zixing dared not refuse.

But the results were unsatisfactory.

There are layers of new and old scars on his body, medicine alone can't get rid of them, and he needs to undergo several scar removal operations, especially a small area on the waist and hips. Even if it is done, it may not be restored to its original state.

Mu Zixing's time always revolves around Lei Shao, and he may not be able to spare time every time.

The little girl who was in charge of receiving him in the hospital looked at him eagerly, fearing that the duck she got would fly away, and tried her best to persuade Mu Zixing that the operation was minimally invasive, without anesthesia, and only took half an hour.

Mu Zixing believed her nonsense, and when he came out, it was already dark.

Hurriedly rushing home, Mu Zixing changed his clothes and went to see Lei Shao.

Lei Shao seemed to have just finished the work at hand, and was sitting in the leather chair in the study, pinching his brows and closing his eyes to rest his mind.

Mu Zixing knocked on the door, Lei Shao opened his eyes and looked over.

"Where did you go?" he asked.

"Hospital," Mu Zixing said, and after half a second, he explained again, "I came back late for scar removal surgery, sorry, I will pay attention to the time next time."

He knew that Lei Shao still had an engagement at eight o'clock in the evening, and the time was already tight.

There was no sullen expression on Lei Shao's face, he looked at Mu Zixing for a while, and said softly, "Take off your clothes, let me see."

Mu Zixing was taken aback for a moment, then walked a few steps inside, and obediently unbuttoned his clothes.

In fact, the first scar removal operation did not produce any obvious results. He didn't understand why Lei Shao wanted to see it, maybe he wanted to check whether he was lying.

The study room was brightly lit.

Under such brightness, all the ugly traces on the skin are invisible, Mu Zixing realized this, and a strong sense of inferiority came from the bottom of his heart.

Afraid of spoiling Lei Shao's appetite, he wanted to put his clothes back together.

However, Lei Shao stood up and touched Mu Zixing's collarbone with his fingertips. The pale and thin muscles on his body immediately tensed unnaturally.

The temperature from the opponent's hand was a bit cold, but Mu Zixing's body seemed to be on fire suddenly.

The skin is pale pink, spreading from the neck up.

The tingling sensation is like countless tiny electric currents, rushing from the collarbone to the limbs in an instant.

Mu Zixing didn't expect that he would have such a reaction with just a light touch like water, and he felt a little ashamed.

Therefore, when Lei Shao's finger moved down and passed under his ribs, Mu Zixing couldn't help but flinched, avoiding the opponent's touch.

But soon he was startled by his actions, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, sir."

The air was stagnant, Lei Shao looked down at him, his eyes were cold and emotionless, but it seemed that there was something heavier hidden in his deep eyes.

After a few seconds, Lei Shao's eyes continued to move down, and then his eyes froze slightly.

"What's wrong here?" He touched Mu Zixing's hipbone, and a small piece of gauze was exposed from the waistband of his trousers.

When asked by him, Mu Zi suddenly remembered something, and his face changed in horror.

"The wound left by the operation." Mu Zixing replied after being stuck for a few seconds.

But the tense voice had already betrayed him, and Lei Shao was only a few feet away from him, so he had already seen his reaction in his eyes.

"Undo the belt." Lei Shao said in a commanding tone.

Mu Zixing pursed his lips and followed his advice.

When the chain of the trousers was pulled down, half of the edge of the underwear was taken off, revealing the complete shape of the gauze close to the lower abdomen.

Lei Shao reached for the medical tape stuck to his skin, but Mu Zixing covered that area.

"...Sir." As if he was afraid of something, there was a hint of pleading in his voice.

Mu Zixing's height is 183, and Lei Shao is taller than him. When his gaze is condescending, Mu Zixing hardly dares to resist in the slightest.

"Move your hands away." The deep voice rang in his ears, Mu Zixing's face turned pale, but he slowly lowered his hand.

Lei Shao removed the gauze, and what was hidden underneath was not a surgical wound, but a small tattoo. Although the swelling of the skin hadn't subsided yet, the tattoo pattern was so simple and clear that it could still be seen clearly at once.

It was a pair of rings with wings.

The second after Lei Shao saw the pattern clearly, Mu Zixing was thrown to the ground by a strong force, and then his body was kicked away, sliding two meters on the floor, and then his back slammed into the solid wood bookshelf, Lei Shao The voice came from the top of the head with the anger that was about to come, "Who asked you to tattoo it?"