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"Xia Jiaoyang!" Xia Shuo was so anxious that he didn't even bother to call out to the second princess, he leaned half his body over, trying to catch Xia Jiaoyang.

But at this moment, Fenglou, who was furious, took a step forward, grabbed Xia Jiaoyang, and fell on the bed. Xia Shuo's hand just caught the gauze on Xia Jiaoyang's face!

"what!!!"

Under the severe pain, Xia Jiaoyang's voiceless throat let out a bellows-like death sound. The sound was not loud, but solid enough to make hairs stand on end.

Time froze.

……

Fenglou stood by the bed helplessly, Xia Shuo stared blankly at the bloody gauze in his hand, and Xia Jiaoyang——

After a brief absence, she seemed to understand something.

His light-white fingers trembled, and gradually touched his cheek.

There are deep ravines, warm liquid, and tumbling flesh...

Xia Jiaoyang opened his mouth, and looked at Xia Shuo as if asking for help, but saw Xia Shuo's unbearable eyes.

why?

Why do you look at her so pitifully?

It turned out that her face was not swollen, but disfigured.

Xia Jiaoyang's eyes flickered, she was disfigured...

She is disfigured!

The fingers that were caressing the wound paused, and suddenly closed them forcefully, grabbing the injured part, and the whole right face was dripping with blood.

"Ah!!!" Xia Jiaoyang screamed in horror.

"Second Princess!"

"joy!"

****

"what should I do now?"

Xia Shuo looked at Xia Jiaoyang, who was knocked unconscious by a knife hand in Fenglou, and fell softly on the pillow, half of his face, messy hair mixed with bloody wounds, shocking.

Without saying a word, Feng Lou tore off his rain-wet clothes, leaned on the bed naked, and hugged Xia Jiaoyang who had passed out.

Xia Shuo cooperated with his movements, and immediately put the pillows at the head of the bed back from the other side, Feng Lou then put Xia Jiaoyang down, turned around and went to the cabinet to get the gauze.

Pursing his lips tightly, he skillfully stopped the bleeding, disinfected and re-bandaged the wound on Xia Jiaoyang's face.

Xia Shuo looked at it for a while, walked to the sofa and sat down, frowned and touched the cigarette case from the coffee table, took out a cigarette from it, and when he was about to light it, he took a look at Xia Jiaoyang, and took the cigarette down irritably , thrown out.

In the quiet room, only the romance movies on TV were still making conversations. Xia Shuo threw his head back on the sofa back, pinching the space between his brows in pain.

In his life, there has never been such a moment that made him feel powerless.

"Fenglou, what shall we do tomorrow?"

Xia Shuo let out a suppressed murmur.

Xia Jiaoyang found out the truth much earlier than he expected. Xia Shuo had no way to deal with it. Even if Fenglou knocked her out today, what about tomorrow?

Once Xia Jiaoyang wakes up, what will happen?What should they do, it's impossible to knock her out every time, right?

"Lan Xu will arrive at noon tomorrow, as long as he comes and has professional knowledge to persuade her, she should be more accepting."

Feng Lou focused on clearing Xia Jiaoyang's wounds without blinking his eyes, but every movement of his thick, big hands was extremely gentle at this moment, as if the owner was afraid of hurting the wound.

The man is still bloody and murderous, but no matter from which angle you look at it, you will feel that this murderous man has tenderness on his face.

"Use Valium for her? Let her sleep until Lan Xu arrives?" Xia Shuo suggested with a frown. In fact, he himself didn't like this bad idea very much.

"No." Feng Lou really denied this suggestion, "No matter whether her face can be cured or not, and to what extent it can be cured, it will be a long treatment process. If you protect her like this, how far can you protect her? When? If her heart rejects the scar, how can it be treated?"

"Sometimes I'm really not talking about you, you are used to her temperament! One or two can be loved, now it's all right, no one can do anything against her!"