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The dark eyes were extraordinarily complicated, it was an unknown danger that Jiang Miao couldn't understand at all.

Jiang Miao was flustered by his look, and couldn't help taking a few steps back.

Although she feels that the darkness should not really hurt her life.

However, how can I really believe this kind of man who licks blood with a knife.

What's more, now that he has suffered such a serious injury, who knows if he will jump over the wall in a hurry.

Shen An fixedly stared at Jiang Miao, his eyes seemed to be able to turn into real objects, cutting off Jiang Miao's slender neck.

Jiang Miao even felt suffocated.

Her body trembled: "You... are you okay?"

Shen An withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at Jiang Miao: "I'm going to make you feel sorry, this injury won't kill me."

Jiang Miao's pale lips were tightly pursed and she did not speak.

When Shen An was dealing with the wound just now, he already saw that there were many scars on the exposed skin of his abdomen.

He is an adult who is on the verge of death, and injuries are commonplace for him.

But for Jiang Miao, for such a serious injury, there was no anesthetic, and the bullet was pulled out from the deep flesh. Just thinking about it, she felt that she would be tortured to death.

Jiang Miao's hands were still stained with dark blood, which was sticky and very uncomfortable.

Seeing that he didn't speak or look at her anymore, she turned her head to the bathroom to wash her hands, then picked up a towel and asked him to wipe off the blood that had flowed on the floor.

Shen secretly watched Jiang Miao busy,

Does it hurt?

I knew it was painful when I was a child.

However, if a person like him is afraid of pain, then don't even think about living.

In order to survive, one must be more tolerant than others, be more ruthless than others, let alone allow oneself to have weaknesses.

There are more and more injuries on the body, the pain seems to slowly degenerate, and the perception of pain becomes numb.

Up to now, being able to know the pain is even a good thing for Shen An.

Because knowing the pain means living.

If one day, I don't know what the pain is, it will be a corpse.

Jiang Miao was the first person to ask him if it hurts in these years.

Perhaps in Jiang Miao's opinion, that was a very common sentence.

However, to Shen An, it was too novel.

It's like when I didn't complete the task when I was a child, I was locked in a cage, I didn't eat or drink, and I was exposed to the heat of nearly [-] degrees...

When he was dying, a butterfly landed on his bruised and exposed hand.

The butterfly is beautiful, but his hands are ugly.

Although he was dying, he could still crush the butterfly if he wanted to.

Later, he survived, and the butterfly flew away.

Jiang Miao cleaned the blood in the living room, made sure nothing was missed, and then opened the window to ventilate, hoping that the smell of alcohol and blood in the room would dissipate quickly.

After finishing these, Jiang Miao sat down and panted lightly.

She glanced at Shen An, and he opened his eyes, looking at the lamp above his head, a little dazed, not knowing what he was thinking.

An ordinary person would have passed out long ago after losing so much blood and having gone through such a brutal and rude retrieving of bullets.

But he, except for the lack of blood on his face, looked weakened, and looked no different from normal people.

He is still in good spirits and has the mind to think about other things.

The room was silent, silent, Jiang Miao sat still, and after 10 minutes, the smell in the room faded, Jiang Miao closed the window, turned off the lights, and lay back on the bed.

Shen An still sat there without moving, Jiang Miao closed her eyes and wanted to sleep, but couldn't.

After deliberating, she said, "Your wound is very serious. Such a simple treatment is only a stopgap measure. If you don't get effective treatment, the wound will definitely become inflamed in the future. Your body can't bear it. You might as well..."

Shen An interrupted her: "So, I will trouble you."

Jiang Miao stared: "Me? I can't get it... How can I get the medicine for you? Go to the housekeeper for antibiotics. How can she not suspect that she is as shrewd as that?"

Jiang Miao originally wanted to persuade Shen An to flee for his life and leave Yandu.

But he actually asked her to get him medicine.

Jiang Miao cursed in her heart, got medicine, pesticide, poison for you, do you want it?

The dark voice was a little lazy: "That's your business."

"Are you not afraid of being discovered?"

"What are you afraid of, you are in my hands."

Jiang Miao was out of breath: "You..."

She took a deep breath: "I advise you not to make fun of your own life. If you want to leave, I can send you away. Now there are people looking for you outside. Leave Yandu and find a safe place to recuperate. Come back after recovering from your injuries." Isn't it the same?"

Shen An seemed to stretch out in the darkness.

"The most dangerous place is the safest place. There is nothing in the world that is safer than this place."

"You..." Jiang Miao rubbed her back teeth angrily.

"It's up to you, anyway, it's not me who was hurt."

The two didn't speak any more.

When the sky turned pale outside, Shen An suddenly said, "Do you hate Master Jiu?"

Jiang Miao didn't sleep, she opened her eyes, and when she heard Shen An's words, she clutched the sheet under her body tightly.

The heart seemed to be cold and twisted by someone.

"What do you tube."

"I'm thinking, me or Master Jiu, who do you think is more hateful to you?"

One was a lover who cheated, forced, and humiliated her.

A kidnapper who kidnapped her twice.

Jiang Miao didn't answer, after a long while, she sneered, the laughter was full of sarcasm.

Jiang Miao did not fall back asleep until the sky was bright and the sun was rising.

While eating breakfast, Housekeeper Luo saw Jiang Miao's dark circles and asked, "Young Madam looks bad, did you not rest?"

Jiang Miao yawned: "After waking up in the middle of the night, I suffered from insomnia and haven't fallen asleep."

"I'll ask the kitchen to cook some blood-nourishing soup for you. You are too thin and need to be replenished."

"Okay."

Jiang Miao didn't ask the housekeeper for antibiotics, two days passed, and on the third night, she saw Shen An's face was flushed abnormally.

He has a fever.

"Your wound is inflamed."

Shen An still seemed indifferent to his body, he said: "Today, please ask Mrs. Sheng to help me get antibiotics."

"I can't get it."

"You can, you have to be able to, otherwise, you know."

Jiang Miao gritted her teeth, snorted coldly, pulled up the quilt and turned her back to him to sleep.

The night was dark, the window opened a crack silently, and in the next second something was thrown from the outside, and it fell silently on the thick carpet. The white smoke slowly dispersed, and Jiang Miao fell into a deeper sleep.

A thin figure appeared in Jiang Miao's bedroom.

He moved quickly, and he was already at the bedside in a blink of an eye.

"Shen An didn't expect that you would really enjoy the blessings. You didn't think about how to rescue the old man quickly, but you actually played with women here."

As he spoke, he reached out to touch Jiang Miao, but before his hand touched Jiang Miao, suddenly a cold light rushed over, if the man hadn't dodged quickly, his fingers would have been cut off.

Shen An looked at him coldly: "She is my meat ticket, if you dare to touch her, I will kill you."