Mo Yan kept curling up at the end of the bed, never looking up.

Ye Li raised her hand slightly, and the rest of the people in the room retreated silently.

Before leaving, the maid named Xiaoyun glared at Mo Yan hatefully, and then turned around and left unwillingly.

Yeli sat down on the edge of the bed, he stretched out his hand, and was about to touch Mo Yan's shoulder, but Mo Yan suddenly raised his head, and then waved his hand away vigorously.

She managed to see the pain flashing in his eyes.

Mo Yan sneered in his heart.

If she could make a sound, she would have screamed as hard as she could.

The more painful the look in Yeli's eyes, the more relieved she became.

It's a pity that this bastard even ruined her voice.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Yeli suppressed the pain in her eyes and gently softened her voice.

Mo Yan opened her mouth, but she still couldn't say a word, she showed an anxious look, pointing to her throat.

Yeli looked at her, her eyes softening more and more, "You were burned by fire in an accident, so you hurt your throat, but it's okay, I'll help you heal." ”

Burned, wounded, wounded?

Mo Yan suddenly remembered the conversation between the two maids before, and she subconsciously touched her face, and sure enough, she felt a bunch of uneven scars.

She didn't hurt her face at that time! What did Yeli do to her?

No, no, it's not her face.

Mo Yan finally understood that something was wrong.

This body is not hers.

This surprise was not trivial, and she didn't know where the strength came from, so she directly pushed away the night glass next to the bed, turned over and got out of bed.

Mirror!

Where's the mirror?

Her gaze fell precisely on the dresser.

Mo Yan ran to the dresser, but unfortunately, Yeli was one step ahead of her.

"Xiao Yan, although your face is a little injured, it will be fine soon."

Good you're big!

Mo Yan had already cursed Yeli a thousand times in his heart.

If she could, she wished she could poke a thousand holes in Yeli's body, but now she was playing an amnesiac and helpless girl, and she pitifully stretched out her hand to Yeli, her eyes full of pleading.

Looking at Mo Yan like this, Ye Li's heart palpitated, and she was so stunned that the mirror in her hand had been snatched away by Mo Yan.

In the mirror was a horrible and ugly face, which really looked like it had been burned by fire.

Mo Yan looked at the face in the mirror as if he was sluggish, and there were actually thousands of thoughts in his heart.

If this body was really burned, how could it only burn the face and throat, and the other parts of the body were not scarred at all.

This must not be a burn!

"Smack!"

Just in time, she dropped the mirror in her hand to the ground.

As the mirror cracked into countless pieces, she began to act frantic and agitated.

She has no voice, and can only express her fear and madness with intense movements.

Yeli tried to hug her, but she took the opportunity to grab her arm and bite it hard.

This bite almost used up all the strength of this body, and almost bit off a piece of Yeli's flesh, and it was dripping with blood.

When the smell of blood filled his taste buds, Mo Yan didn't feel the slightest pleasure.

She thought about a lot of things.

She was thinking, she was replaced and fell into the hands of Yeli again, what about Jun Muhan?

How is he doing now?

Did he think she was dead? Is he ...... Mo Yan didn't dare to think further.

"Xiao Yan, calm down."

Yeli endured the sharp pain on her arm, and did not push Mo Yan away, but said in a dumb voice: "I know, you have always liked beautiful things, and you can't accept your face." I'll find a way to cure you. ”

Mo Yan finally let go of Yeli, but before Yeli could react, he jerked him out of the room.