Mochen returned to his residence with whiplashes all over his body.

It's better to say that this is where he and Mochen sleep together.

In the dilapidated, dirty little courtyard is a small room for two people.

Qu Ziyan was lying on the bed, his whole body was covered with blood, and his face was very pale because of excessive blood loss. He bit his lower lip, looking like he was trying to endure.

The darkness and dampness here made the wound on his back even more painful and sour. He couldn't imagine how he had endured it just now. The whip whipped at him, and he gritted his teeth in pain.

He had already taken several breaths of cold air in his heart, but he couldn't let Jiang Xin see it, seeing that begging for mercy could get him, she would only be more excited, and in the future, she would only do more serious things.

In his hand was the hemostatic medicine he had secretly refined himself, and he would have been whipped a long time ago, if he hadn't taken it secretly every time

The medicinal herbs there had made a large number of anti-bleeding and anti-inflammatory medicines, and he was afraid that he would have died many times.

The leather whip in Jiang Xin's hand is not good to say that he is more familiar with his blood than the blood of any enemy. It pumped hard every time

On his body, there is no trace of affection, no softness.

Every time, he has to be pumped until he is soft, and when he is covered in blood, and there is no good piece of meat, Jiang Xin will be willing to stop.

She would give him a scar removal ointment afterwards and ask him to treat the injuries on his body. She didn't want to see him

Leave any scars, because what she likes the most is Qu Ziyan's face and body.

"Hey, what's wrong with you......."

At the door, he heard Mo Chen's surprised voice, "How could it be, how could it be so badly injured..... what did she do to you?"

It was the first time he'd seen such a scene since he came here. This is also the first time Qu Ziyan has been seen injured by him.

"I'm used to it, it's just a small injury...... You're here, can you wipe the wound on my back? I need to put them on them

Medicine ........"

"Is she whipping you? Why is she whipping you? Is it because you just came over and brought me that thing?

Suddenly this is the case for you...... I'm sorry, it's me ........"

"What are you talking about, can you help me take care of the wound on my back first, this matter has nothing to do with you. You don't care. ”

Qu Ziyan didn't intend to affirm Mochen's answer, and certainly didn't deny it. He didn't want Mochen to be involved in this matter. After all, such a situation will only occur often in the future, and what he doesn't want to see next time is that Mo Chen comes back with a whiplash, which will only be a heartache for him.

"Tell me, is it because of what just happened? I won't thank you for doing this, but I will always feel guilty about you, and I won't be able to eat or sleep well...... I don't want to owe you. ”

This is the most talked about since Mochen came here.

Before, he was always cold, and he would never say a word more if he could solve it in three words. Although he didn't seem to be very polite in such a move, Qu Ziyan, who stayed here alone all the year round, was still very happy.

He's so lonely here. He almost felt like he might be going to be a madman here. Fortunately, Mochen came.

Even though he wasn't very friendly, even though he seemed a little difficult to touch, Qu Ziyan was very happy, really happy.

God, I still gave him a salvation.

"Why are you so tired, I said that this matter has nothing to do with you, it's my own problem, and I've experienced this kind of thing countless times, and I won't feel anything because of this time, so there's really no problem...... Don't blame yourself, it really has nothing to do with you, and if you're willing to help me with my wounds now, I think I'll thank you very much. ”

Qu Ziyan endured the pain in his back and turned his head to look at Mochen.

Mo Chen stood at the end of the bed, with two crystal tears on his face.

This is something Qu Ziyan didn't expect.

He didn't think that someone would cry because he was hurt, and he had never experienced the feeling of being cared for.

This strange feeling made him completely blinded at that moment.

"You...... Why are you crying......."

In this world, he is the only one.

Originally, even if he was more seriously injured, he still wanted to return here silently alone, and then heal himself, from beginning to end, he was alone.

Not to mention that there will be people who will shed tears for him.

Even if he may be guilty of self-blame.

But he's still happy.

At least, he saw it today.

I saw a man and wept for him.

"I didn't! Why am I crying! I'm just ..... just, I'm just so tired that my eyes are sore!"

Mo Chen was very hard-mouthed, and absolutely refused to admit the fact that he had just cried.

He walked to Qu Ziyan's bed and frowned at Qu Ziyan's back scars.

"So, what should I do with this...... My scalp tingles when I look at it......"

Mo Chen had never seen such a terrifying whiplash.

The hideous and terrifying scars were like weird mouths, smiling gloomily at Mo Chen.

He couldn't help but take a step back.

"It's very simple, you can cut my clothes first, and then help me sprinkle this powder on it. ”

Qu Ziyan turned his head, as if he couldn't feel the pain in his back.

"If you think it's too much trouble to cut, you can just tear the clothes, as long as the powder can come into contact with my back at the end........"

"Why do you ...... Why ......"

"Can't do it, if I can't do it, I'll do it myself......."

"Why are you in such a hurry! I didn't say I couldn't do it!"

Mo Chen pressed the shoulder of Qu Ziyan, who was about to get up, and successfully exchanged for the sound of Qu Ziyan gasping fiercely.

"Hiss....... did you do it on purpose..... there, it's very badly injured......"

Mo Chen's hands shook in fright, and he hurriedly let go of Qu Ziyan's shoulder.

He raised his hand and saw that his originally white and clean hands were indeed stained with bright red blood.

The smell of blood spread around his hand, and he frowned and wiped it away.

"I'm sorry, it's my problem, I'll help you cut off your clothes, otherwise it will be difficult to drug you. ”

Mo Chen took a pair of scissors from the table and carefully began to cut Qu Ziyan's clothes.

The clothes have long been soaked with snow, and they can no longer see its true colors.

Wet clothes become sticky and difficult to cut off.

"I, I'm not going to change the scissors......"

"No matter which one it is, it's the same, you can't cut it...... Let's just tear it open. ”

"But your flesh is stuck to your clothes!"

It must have hurt a lot.

Mo Chen added in his heart.

"Don't be afraid, I won't be afraid of pain, not before, not now. ”