Chapter 39 (1/2)

Mo Zihang's face turned red. He said quickly, ”I'll go out first. I'll call me if I have something to do.”

Having said that, Mo Zihang immediately turned to leave, and his hasty steps were somewhat embarrassed.

Xia Xiaowan was immersed in her own thoughts and did not notice his abnormality.

As time went by, there was no sound coming from the bathroom. Mo Zihang was a little uneasy. Now an hour has passed and he still hasn't come out. It's really abnormal.

He went to the bathroom door, knocked on the door and said, ”Xia Xiaowan, have you finished washing?”

In response to his silence, there was no sound. Mo Zihang was more and more upset. He quickly found out the spare key and opened the bathroom door.

As soon as the door opened, Xia Xiaowan was lying in the bathtub in her white dress, her eyes closed. She seemed to be asleep.

Mo Zihang shook his head helplessly. How could this woman be so sleepy?

He turned his eyes and stayed on Xia Xiaowan's face. Today, she wore a light make-up, which had already been spent by the water. She looked lovely and embarrassed.

Mo Zihang picked her up from the bathtub and gently put her on the side of the couch.

When he opened the shower, he realized that he couldn't take off his makeup at all.

He has always been served by others. I feel at a loss when I need him to serve others.

All he had to do was dip a towel in hot water and wipe it on her face, clumsy. Let the sleeping Xia Xiaowan make a subtle sound and open her eyes slightly. Mo Zihang thought Xia Xiaowan would wake up, but she closed her eyes and fell asleep after a few seconds.

make complaints about her. She can't help but Tucao, can't this woman be a pig?

After some twists and turns, the makeup on her face was removed. The bruise on her forehead made him feel tight and his action could not help but lighten down.

Her whole body was wet, and her clothes must not be worn. She reached out and tore her skirt in half.

He carefully wiped her body. Suddenly, his eyes stayed on the inside of Xia Xiaowan's left leg. There was no good place. There were large areas of red, swollen and bruised, and some deep nail prints.

Mo Zihang's face sank. He had seen the scar on her body. There was no scar on the inside of her left leg.

In particular, nail prints, blood stains, obviously just pinched.

Mo Zihang thought that Xia Xiaowan's hand had been hanging on her left side when she had dinner tonight. Was this woman pinching the scars herself?

Mo Zihang can't help but frown. Does this woman keep herself awake through pain? Looking back on what happened today, he probably knows what happened.

Mo Zihang looked at the bruise on her leg and shook her head helplessly. He really didn't know what to do with this woman? I'd rather pinch myself than say anything. I'm not feeling well. I'd like to go to the old house. What's going on in this woman's mind?

From Mo Zihang's point of view, women are born weak. They should be coquettish. If anything happens, they will not be flexible.

Mo Zihang bent down and carefully took her back to bed and covered her with quilts.