Chapter 48 (1/2)

Chapter 48: Were You Dressing Your Wound or Were You Being Murdered Just Now?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Weiai was insistent, so Shen Shaobai replied in disdain and turned to leave.

Shi Mei immediately placed the tray down and guided the Young Master out of the room.

On the bed, Weiai was first shocked. She then looked at herself and shouted angrily, “Shen Shaobai, you rascal!”

He was the blind one and yet he still ridiculed her. Even though her figure was not considered sexy, she was still curvy at the right places. How was she underdeveloped?!

Annoying, annoying, annoying!

On this earth, the person she hated the most was Shen Shaobai!

Towards the end, Weiai started to curse at him.

Shi Mei was unhappy and wanted to give her a reminder not to be too brazen, but her eyes accidentally… captured the smile on the Young Master’s lips as it appeared again and she could not help but be stunned.

“This should not happen a second time, do you understand me?”

Suddenly, Shen Shaobai spoke in a faint voice that was filled with an unknown emotion.

“Young Master…”

Shi Mei was nervous. She was clear about what he was talking about and replied immediately, “Yes, Young Master. There will be no more next time.”

The Second Young Mistress captured Xia Weiai and not only did she not report it immediately, she even tried to keep it a secret. And now, the Young Master was warning her. No one was supposed to disobey the Young Master’s orders. Out of her selfishness, it was true that she had disobeyed the Young Master this time around and committed a grave mistake!

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“Ah… pain… softer… don’t use so much strength…”

Weiai was in tears and she could not help but cry out.

When her wounds were dressed while she was unconscious, she did not feel a thing. However, as of now, applying the ointment on her skin was torturous.

Shi Mei saw the whip scars that were left on the white skin of the girl and tried her best to be gentle. Despite this, the girl cried out in pain. Thinking about this, she felt guilty and tried even harder to be gentler.

Finally, after she was done dressing her wound, not only was Weiai sweating profusely, Shi Mei’s hands were also tired.