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  Nan Zhi initially thought that Mu Sihan would get angry and get to the end of the matter. However, she did not expect for him to return the button to her after he stared at it for a while.

  His silence was almost unnerving.

  Not wanting to lose it, Nan Zhi put the button back in her bag properly. She noticed that the man leaning against the wall had a strange expression when she turned her head.

  His handsome face looked a little pale.

  Nan Zhi sniffed the air. There seemed to be the faint scent of blood permeating in the air apart from the smell of burning wood.

  “Young Master Mu, are you injured?”


  Mu Sihan’s dense eyelashes were drooped as they blocked his pair of dark black eyes. His thin lips were slightly pursed under his well-defined nose. It seemed like he did not have any energy left to speak, as he merely shook his head.

  Nan Zhi did not noticed how strange he was acting before, since she was extremely tense from the fear and adrenaline. However, she knew that he was acting completely strange right now.

  She sniffed the air again.

  It wasn’t her imagination. There was definitely the scent of blood in the air.

  Furrowing her slender eyebrows tightly, she stood up immediately and approached the man. “Where are you hurt?”


  “I’m fine. Sit properly. Don’t come over!”


  Nan Zhi acted like she did not hear him. She crouched in front of him and stared at him with bright eyes. Her throat was slightly tight as she said, “Where exactly are you hurt?”


  His forehead was covered by his black short hair. Nan Zhi thought that his head was injured and she reached her fingers out to push the hair on his forehead away.

  Her slender and soft fingertip swept across his handsome forehead. It was not injured. She was about to retract her fingers when the man suddenly grabbed her wrist.

  As he had used some force, she fell onto his strong thigh.

  “What are you doing?” Nan Zhi was very afraid that she would touch his injury and agitate it. She struggled to stand up. However, the man had his grip on her slender waist very tightly. His well-defined and cold handsome face leaned towards hers. “Are you seducing me?”


  Nan Zhi watched his gaze land on her chest. She followed his gaze and lowered her head.

  The collar of her evening gown had split open unknowingly, revealing her strapless bra and the creamy skin inside. Both of her breasts were pushed tightly together, creating a deep and alluring curve. Half of her breasts were exposed outside and it was more than a little……

  Nan Zhi immediately blanked out. “I-I’m not. Stop looking! ” Pulling back her collar, her ears turned a flaming red.

  Mu Sihan felt his Adam’s apple throb as he swallowed. If he was not completely exhausted, he really wanted to press her against this dirty floor and have his way with her……

  Nan Zhi realized that once this bipolar man decided to he stubborn, no one could do anything to stop him.

  No matter what she did or said, he refused to tell her where he was injured.

  Nan Zhi leaned against a craggy rock by the side. As she stared at his cold, yet flawless facial features, she thought about what had happened. She thought about her Xiaojie, and sleepiness started to call to her.

  The flaming pit of fire made her legs feel warm and comfortable.

  But because she had something troubling her, she could not fall into deep restful sleep, no matter how sleepy and tired she was.

  All of a sudden, her eyes opened and instinctively focused on the man next to her.

  He was still in the same position he was in before she had fallen asleep. His handsome face was looking down slightly, and did not have the usual arrogance and domineering manner he had when he was awake. The fire lit up his facial features and softened the coldness that was ever-present in his stiff features.

  Even when he was asleep, Mu Sihan still had an aura that stopped people from approaching him.

  Nan Zhi got up and added more wood to the fire.

  The man’s breathing was a little heavy. It was quick, then slow. Why was his breathing so irregular?

  Nan Zhi felt that something was wrong and she hurriedly moved over to him. Tentatively, she reached out and touched his hand.

  It was ice-cold, with not a hint of warmth.

  There was a fire in the cave and it had been quite a while already. Why was he still so cold?

  “Young Master Mu……”


  She had just called him when the man suddenly opened his deep black eyes. His large palm gripped her fingers while his voice was low and hoarse. “Kitten, help me keep warm.”