Cui Jing was only sixteen years old, but he had a very cold temperament and could not speak to anyone except the housekeeper.
Now, he was holding Hu Miaomiao's wrist tightly, and his slender eyes were flashing with cold light, which made people even more heart-stopping.
"Say! What do you want to do?"
"Oh! It hurts so much!" Hu Miaomiao covered her hands, her face turned pale from the pain, "Brother Jing, let me go!"
Cui Jing sneered, as if he didn't expect her to cry so easily. He threw her hand away and said in a cold voice: "Leave now!"
Hu Miaomiao glanced at him carefully and hesitated: "I'm lost. I can't go back alone."
"Huh, Miss Yang, do you think I'm a fool?"
"No……"
Hu Miaomiao also knew that her reason was too poor, and she didn't dare to speak for a while.
However, Cui Jing didn't want to see her at all and turned his head to the other side.
Hu Miaomiao didn't leave, and squatted quietly beside him. Seeing that his body was covered with scars, and she didn't know how painful it was, she felt extremely guilty and started crying silently.
When Cui Jing heard her sobbing, he frowned and asked dissatisfied, "Why are you crying?"
He neither scolded her nor hit her, so she is crying?
This was the first time Cui Jing saw a woman crying, and he felt a little irritated, "Go away quickly, I don't want to be beaten because of you again."
Two days ago, he was beaten to death because he rescued Hu Miaomiao from the lotus pond.
Obviously, Hu Miaomiao also thought about this and whispered: "Brother Jing, I'm really sorry. If I hadn't fallen into the water, the brothers in the escort agency wouldn't have misunderstood you."
Hearing Hu Miaomiao speak for the disciples of the Escort Bureau, Cui Jing became more and more irritated, and his face became more and more ugly, "Go away, I don't want to see you."
Hu Miaomiao took courage and whispered: "I don't want to leave..."
"Haha, do you want to leave?" Cui Jing turned his head to the other side again. No matter how she talked to him, he pretended that he didn't hear him, and he wouldn't even respond.
Gradually, Hu Miaomiao's expression faded, and she no longer bothered him, but secretly looked at the wounds on his body.
In fact, Cui Jing was seriously injured. If it weren't for his strong body, he would have lost half his life.
Of course, he's not much better now.
Hu Miaomiao stretched out a finger and carefully touched Cui Jing's scar.
Her movements were very light and gentle, as if a feather was brushing across her back. Cui Jing froze immediately and looked back at her.
Hu Miaomiao didn't notice his eyes. She was still looking at the scars on his back from a close distance. She touched it secretly, and then again.
Even though it was just a simple touch, Cui Jing didn't feel comfortable at all. His whole body was tense and he gritted his teeth and said: "Hu Miaomiao. Do you understand etiquette, justice and shame?"
"Ah? What kind of etiquette, justice and shame?"
Seeing her dull eyes, Cui Jing became even more angry, "You keep staring at men's bodies, are you ashamed? Don't you want your reputation? Don't you want it now?"
Hu Miaomiao hesitated and said timidly under his sarcasm: "I came here secretly, no one knows..."
Cui Jing paused, then "tsk", with a serious expression, "I am a horse slave, how can He De come with Miss Rang, I don't want to die?"
He spoke in an eccentric manner, which was a little different from his usual indifference.
Hu Miaomiao hesitated to speak, not knowing how to answer. Her clumsy mouth seemed particularly weak under Cui Jing's meanness.
"Brother Jing, I brought you some medicine. It's very effective. Can I apply some on you?"
Hu Miaomiao took out four small porcelain bottles, which were all good medicine for wounds. She secretly took them from Hu Houfa's house.
Cui Jing took a look and said coldly: "I won't look at it, you take it back."
"Go ahead, you're hurt so badly."
"unnecessary!"
"Try it, it really works!"
The two of them pushed back and forth, which made Cui Jing a little irritated. He frowned and said, "I even said no!"
When he pushed, all the small porcelain bottles shattered.
"ah……"
Hu Miaomiao was stunned for a moment. She looked at the medicinal powder scattered on the ground, her nose felt sore, and she couldn't help crying, "You obviously hate me!"
Seeing her running out crying, Cui Jing subconsciously wanted to get up, but he was injured too badly and accidentally pulled the painful area. He couldn't help but groaned and fell weakly on the bed.
"Ugh!" Cui Jing was sweating profusely in pain, but he resisted making a sound.
Outside the door, Hu Miaomiao's figure has disappeared.
Cui Jing's eyes dimmed and he laughed at himself: "It would be better if we left."
He was still having a fever and felt very uncomfortable all over, so he closed his eyes again, but couldn't fall asleep. It felt like a big stone was falling in his heart.
There was no wind and the air was muggy.
Cui Jing was panting, with sweat on his head and body.
After a while, he vaguely saw a figure. At first, he thought he saw it wrongly, but the corner of the dress was not hidden and was exposed.
"Hu Miaomiao, what are you doing hiding outside?" Cui Jing shouted outside.
The next moment, Hu Miaomiao quickly glanced in, but was caught by his gaze and shrank back in fright.
Suddenly, she looked inside again. Under Cui Jing's faint gaze, she finally plucked up the courage and walked in slowly.
Hu Miaomiao stood beside the bed, looking into his eyes. Because no one spoke, the air was suffocating.
"Brother Jing..."
"Didn't you leave? Why are you back?"
Hu Miaomiao was crestfallen. Under his sharp gaze, she immediately fainted, "Then... should I leave?"
Cui Jing paused, as if he disliked her stupidity, and asked angrily: "What are you doing back here?"
"I didn't do anything, I was just worried about you, so I couldn't help but come back..."
"Humph, that's why I say you're stupid." Cui Jing rolled his eyes at her, but his tone softened unknowingly.
However, Hu Miaomiao did not refute. Instead, she smiled like a flower, giving her already pretty face a hint of blush, which was so beautiful that it made people dazzle.
Everyone in Luzhou knew that the eldest lady of Qisheng Escort Bureau was a rare beauty. Although she was only fourteen years old, people came to propose marriage as early as two years ago, but Hu Houfa rejected them all.
However, most people have only heard of Hu Miaomiao's beauty, and even think the rumors are exaggerated.
Only those who have seen her know that this immature woman is more than just a beauty, she is simply the reincarnation of a fairy. If the emperor saw her, he would be moved.
At this time, Cui Jing intuitively felt her beauty, and his heart suddenly became confused.
"What's so funny?"
Cui Jing turned his head, but his ears turned slightly red.
Hu Miaomiao smiled and squatted in front of his bed again, looking at him intently, "Brother Jing, you are so good-looking."
She had wanted to say this for a long time, and this was the first time she said it.
When Cui Jing heard this, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, but he quickly suppressed it and coldly snorted: "Superficial!"
