The book is broken, and the villain boy is madly criticized and coaxed

He picked out the thin thorn from her hand and squeezed it hard, causing blood to ooze out.

Her nose felt sore from the pain.

"Please don't break my fingers. I still need to make you some medicine. I'm very useful."

His blue eyes stared at the blood drop on her hand, and he moved closer.

Tasted the blood beads.

She jumped up in shock. Was he going to bite her again?

No.

She tried to remove her fingers, but he held them tighter.

He greedily sucked the blood beads on her fingertips one by one.

A strange look appeared in his blue eyes. Her blood was delicious, really delicious.

He exerted force suddenly and squeezed out blood again.

He sucked the blood again, and her face turned pale with fright.

It hurts, it hurts so much, what should he do?

The fingers that were touched by his lips were trembling violently. He was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue. No, he was even more terrifying than that poisonous snake.

Her little face was extremely pale.

There were beads of blood on his cold lips, which made his lips look gorgeous.

She choked and begged, "Don't bite me... please..."

He really looked like a biting animal, and he might bite off her fingers with his sharp teeth at any time.

He met her wet eyes, and his blue eyes flashed with deep excitement, "Your blood is sweet..."

"No, no, no, my blood is bitter...it's bitter..."

Her voice trembled.

He suddenly felt that this moment was very much like the kitten he had teased when he was a child, with a pair of innocent big eyes and a look as if it had been badly bullied.

He suddenly smiled at her. Although he was smiling, the smile did not reach his eyes. "Your blood is very sweet, Miss. Your hand doesn't hurt, right? I'm healing you... When I was a child, I injured my finger, and this is how my mother healed me."

"No, it doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt at all."

"Let me go..."

His eyes narrowed slightly, "Miss, are you unhappy? I'm helping you."

"Or do you not believe that my mother really treated my injuries in this way?"

"I, I believe it, please let go of my hand."

He held her little hand so tightly that it really hurt.

"If you make a cat's meow, I'll let go of your hand."

What? She was stunned.

There was a threat in his blue eyes. It looked like she had no choice but to meow like a cat.

He clasped her small hand tightly with his slender fingers and stared at her with burning eyes.

She quickly imitated the cat's meow, "Meow"

The excitement in his eyes grew stronger. She really looked like the kitten he had when he was a child.

No, her screams seemed even more unbearable.

The corners of her eyes were red, and she really looked very scared.

"No, call it again and let's hear it."

"Meow, meow" She was imitating the cat's meow with all her life, and she imitated it very vividly.

The boy stared at her, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

This cry makes people feel numb and tingling in their hearts. Who would have thought that the arrogant, domineering and vicious Mu Jiaojiao could have such a beautiful voice?

"Can you let me go now?"

He then released her fingers.

She stepped back hastily.

Stay very far away from him, as if he were some kind of monster.

His eyes were gloomy. "Sit there. I'll choose the rest."

She hummed softly, being exceptionally well-behaved.

*

She stared at her fingers in a daze from time to time. He had just sucked the blood from her fingers. He must want to bite off her fingers.

She must be alert when she sleeps at night and never provoke him.

He was so scared that she curled up there, her shoulders shaking from time to time.

She really didn't want to stay here, let alone stay with him. He was really scary.

"Miss, now that all the herbs have been picked, what should we do next?"

She hurriedly said, "Oh, I'll get the medicine."

……

She was calculating something in her mind, taking this medicine and that medicine from time to time.

After thinking for a long time, she said, "This is the dosage of a medicine."

She put the medicine in the pot and added water.

He started a fire with a flint, and she whispered, "Just boil this water into a bowl."

"If you take it three times, your eyes will turn black."

"The scales will also disappear. If there is a highly purified instrument, plus modulation, it can be restored with one injection."

His eyes were heavy.

The firewood in the stove crackled and she stared at it.

The firelight was reflected in her eyes, and she sat there motionless.

The firelight made her little face look red, and he felt that a healthy little face was much more pleasing to the eye than a pale one.

The boy didn't say anything either, and the two of them just remained silent.

When the soup in the pot boiled into a bowl, she said, "It's ready to drink."

She looked at him cautiously, "I can't try this medicine on you. After all, herbs are hard to find."

The young man hummed, "Don't worry, if you dare to hurt me, I will kill you immediately! We will die together!"

She smiled awkwardly, "How dare I? I don't dare."

She shook her thin white hands, her face full of timidity.

*

At this moment, the young man was holding the medicine, which was really bitter.

He hated the bitter taste the most.

She trembled as she handed him a soft and sweet fruit. "If it's too bitter, drink some medicine and eat some fruit, and it won't be bitter anymore."

Her eyes were timid, as if he was a man-eating beast.

Her expression completely pleased him. When he took the fruit, he deliberately touched her fingertips, and her little face turned pale.

She stepped back in a panic, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and she almost meowed.

The young man frowned, "What are you hiding from?"

"No, I think it's warmer here."

The young man lowered his eyes and continued to drink the medicine, swallowing the bitter medicine in one gulp.

Eating some fruit can suppress the sour and bitter taste in your mouth.

She had been curled up there, not moving at all, her eyes full of caution, as if she was afraid that the boy would do something to her.

The boy felt a little tired after drinking the medicine.

He lay on the bed and fell asleep.

If Mu Jiaojiao gets busy and makes him something delicious, he will be happier.

She must let him see her good side...

There was a small chopping board here, and she took it out.

Then she began to cut the meat gently. She didn't want to wake him up.

She cut the meat into small pieces, and that was about it, she smiled.

She would chop up the rest of the meat so he could eat some of it.

He does too much every day and eats too little.

After she finished these things, she tiptoed into the room, not knowing that the boy had already woken up.

He is always alert and will wake up at the slightest noise.

He heard the sound of meat being chopped and stood up to see.

A thin light enveloped her as she concentrated on cutting the meat. Her knife skills were very poor and it took her a long time to cut just a small amount of meat.

He saw her chopping the meat into small pieces. There was caution in his eyes. Was she doing it for him?

He saw her sigh deeply and said she was very tired.

He really didn't understand what she was made of, so delicate and so easily tired.

When he saw her coming in, he lay down again and pretended to be asleep.

He was always on guard against her...

She lightly struck the flint and began to stoke the fire and boil the water.