As soon as the words fell, Mo Shiche suddenly let out a muffled grunt, and a thick, startling stream of fresh blood flowed from his nose. He slowly closed his eyes and fell...
Mu Yunshen rushed forward to catch him; his palm pressed tightly against Mo Shiche's sweat-drenched back. He punched him lightly, then hooked his lips into a smile, "You damn... almost killed me."
Mu Yunshen laid Mo Shiche on the bed, and he tried to stand up, but a violent surge of blood and air inside his chest caused him to fiercely grasp the edge of the bed and half-kneel, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood—
Luo Hongying was startled and bent down to help him, "Young Master Mu, are you okay...?"
Mo Xiao was too harsh... She always felt that this man would be very difficult to control in the future.
But she couldn't worry about that now; after all, Mo Xiao still belonged to her. As for Mo Shiche, that slut Luo Qiangwei had completely snatched him away!
