240 Filled Only With His Hug (2/2)

”Sir, that person was just taken away.”

”Hmpf.” The man didn't seem to care one way or another. ”Start driving then.”

Tang Mo'er was still in Huo Beichen's arms when the prestigious car passed the pair.

…

In the Ferrari sports car.

Huo Beichen placed Tang Mo'er on the passenger's seat. In her current state, she was soaked to the bone and looked broken and pathetic, completely unlike her usual self. Not only that, the injuries across her body were a raw and patchy red that contrasted deeply with her fair white skin.

There wasn't a distinct area where she had injured herself as it seemed to be all over her body. Bloody gashes and cuts littered all over her fingers and feet, having been wounded in the pond earlier. Adding on the ordeal with the Aston Martin just now, her knees were scraped and bleeding.

When he looked at her tiny face, he let out an exasperated sigh. There were small blood stains on her tiny face as she sat listlessly on the passenger seat. Wet, clumpy hair covered more than half of her pale face and she murmured painfully, ”It hurts, it really hurts…”

”Hey, Tang Mo'er, where does it hurt? Tell me clearly so I can help. ” Huo Beichen looked in her eyes frantically.

She was a total mess. Just look at the way she'd behaved like a mad woman earlier, then she was almost been hit by a car and killed herself! What the hell was she thinking!

He very much preferred her arrogant self.

Tang Mo'er's nerves were hurting everywhere, she felt as though there was something eating through her blood and chewing down on her bones. It hurt. Yet she couldn't stop herself scratching deep into her skin, breaking through the icy-cold layer to scratch herself raw. She needed to get it out, it was driving her insane!

Soon enough, more bloody streaks appeared on her fair neck, causing ugly welts on her previously flawless skin.

It was painful to look at.

Grabbing her wrists, Huo Beichen didn't allow her to scratch herself any further. ”Stop scratching, Tang Mo'er. What's wrong with you? Don't you care about yourself anymore? You've scratched yourself so much your skin is all torn and bloody.”

Tang Mo'er shivered but didn't respond. All that floated around in her mind was that familiar, protective hug of a certain person. She recalled his scent when he pulled her into his arms, the feel of his lips when he kissed her, how he fed her and took care of her, the deep intonations of his voice…

The tears wouldn't stop falling.