Ji Wanrong was obviously scolding him, but when Mo Jiecheng heard this, he narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if he had been praised.
Ji Wanrong looked at him like this, his expression became horrified.
Mo Jiecheng slowly took off his blood-stained outer shirt and asked Chongzhou to bring water, cloth strips and a medical bag.
In Chongzhou's hesitant eyes, Mo Jiecheng roughly wiped the blood on his palms and wrists, then took the cloth and handed it to Ji Wanrong's eyes.
Although he didn't speak, his actions were clear, he wanted Ji Wanrong to bandage him.
Ji Wanrong sat still.
After Mo Jiecheng's hanging hand remained in a deadlock for a while, he slowly took it back, bandaged it briefly, and then asked Chongzhou to go out.
Chongzhou opened his mouth, but no words came out.
He placed the tray next to the bed, looked at the two bruises under his eyes, and walked out of the room in a daze.
Ji Wanrong looked at him strangely, wondering why Mo Jiecheng suddenly took off his clothes.
Do you want to coerce her?
Or do you want to seduce her?
No matter what it was, Ji Wanrong secretly swore to herself that her desire to reconcile would not waver in the slightest.
Feeling the look in her eyes, Mo Jiecheng took off all his inner clothes, exposing his chest.
Ji Wanrong could not see his wheat-colored skin at this moment, because his chest was also bandaged with a long white cloth, and red blood was still faintly oozing from the cloth.
Ji Wanrong suddenly saw the injuries all over his body and felt a little confused. She focused her eyes on Mo Jiecheng's palms and wrists.
His bandage was too rough, and his palms and wrists were still studying abroad. The blood gathered drop by drop on his fingertips, and then dripped to the ground, forming blood flowers all over the ground.
Mo Jiecheng felt Ji Wanrong's gaze, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. He slowly raised his hand and untied the blood-stained cloth strips on his body.
A series of wounds were exposed, as well as huge wheat-colored chest muscles.
The ferocious wounds added a bit of wild beauty to Mo Jiecheng's strong chest.
With his heavy breathing, Ji Wanrong could see Mo Jiecheng's chest rising and falling slowly.
In addition to the strong smell of blood on the tip of his nose, there was also the scent of fir that was unique to him.
The entire bedroom was quiet, and Ji Wanrong, who was quiet, heard her and Mo Jiecheng's breathing again.
Mo Jiecheng threw the blood-stained strip of cloth on the ground casually, and walked slowly towards Ji Wanrong on the bed.
Ji Wanrong finally couldn't help it anymore. She stared at Mo Jiecheng's movements, moved her buttocks back to the bed little by little, and quickly gathered her clothes: "Mo Jiecheng, what on earth do you want to do?"
Mo Jiecheng felt Ji Wanrong's defensive eyes, and his heart hurt, but he still walked to Ji Wanrong without saying a word, lifted the quilt, and climbed into bed.
He felt the bed beside him sink and sink slightly, and then Mo Jiecheng's aura became stronger and stronger.
Ji Wanrong had a bad premonition in her heart, so she directly summoned the scalpel from space and held it in her hand.
She gritted her teeth and raised her head to look at him: "Mo Jie City..."
Before Ji Wanrong finished speaking, Mo Jiecheng snatched the scalpel from her hand.
He held the scalpel in his backhand and suddenly drew it on his left chest. The movement was clean and neat, making the original wound on his left chest even bigger.
The scalpel was very sharp, and blood dripped out from his wound immediately.
Ji Wanrong frowned tightly, looking defensive, staring at Mo Jiecheng's wounds with a horrified expression.
Mo Jiecheng just looked at Ji Wanrong lowly and took out the medicine bag that Chongzhou had just placed beside the bed.
Ji Wanrong silently took a few steps back and distanced himself from him, unwilling to take the medicine bag from Mo Jiecheng's hand.
Mo Jiecheng's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he didn't speak. Instead, he stretched out his hand and opened the medicine bag.
Ji Wanrong saw that the medicine bag was filled with reddish-brown powder.
She frowned slightly and looked up at Mo Jiecheng, but saw that he didn't answer.
So she picked up the brown powder with her fingers, crushed it, put it to the tip of her nose and smelled it gently.
But the more Ji Wanrong heard about it, the more she frowned. She had never seen anything like this in modern medical books.
"Qiando Hongling, you need to use my blood to restore your body to health after losing too much blood."
Mo Jiecheng's voice sounded at the right time, answering Ji Wanrong's doubts.
"Then all the wounds on your body were caused by trying to get blood for me?"
Ji Wanrong suddenly understood where Mo Jiecheng's wounds came from, and also suddenly understood the reason why his brother hesitated to speak when he watched her being forcefully taken away by Mo Jiecheng.
"Yeah." Mo Jiecheng hummed softly, his voice seeming to come from his chest.
There was some expectation in his muffled voice, as well as in his eyes.
Ji Wanrong's expression remained unchanged: "It was you who caused me to jump off the cliff. You should do what you did. I will not be grateful, nor will I be soft-hearted and quarrel with you."
"But now that I'm awake, I won't have to use this method to replenish blood in the future. You can leave now."
Mo Jiecheng didn't expect that he would get such a cold answer from Ji Wanrong.
The brightness in his eyes suddenly went out.
"But Rong'er, take medicine when you are sick. If you don't take medicine, how will your illness be cured?"
After Mo Jiecheng finished speaking, he took out the scalpel just now and made a cut on the palm of his left hand.
"If you ignore your own health and insist on not drinking, I will have no choice but to feed you."
After Mo Jiecheng said this, he brought his palm to his lips again and drew all the blood that overflowed from his palm into his mouth.
How to feed?
Is he still thinking about feeding blood mouth to mouth?
Ji Wanrong stared at the trace of blood on his lips, trembled all over, and then looked at the trace of blood on Mo Jiecheng's chest.
"Take the medicine first, then drink it, be good."
Mo Jiecheng saw that Ji Wanrong's expression was a little shaken, swallowed the blood in his mouth, and then said.
He said, using his good hand, he handed the medicine package to her mouth. After Ji Wanrong swallowed the medicine powder, he put his hand on the back of her head and guided her to his chest.
The medicine powder was a bit choking. Ji Wanrong coughed lightly and followed Mo Jiecheng's movements with his head on his chest.
The fir fragrance of Mojiecheng enveloped her, and she smelled the strong smell of blood on the tip of her nose. She suddenly remembered that night on the cliff, and Mojiecheng almost roared.
"I choose Ji Yunyao."
The room was very quiet, and Ji Wanrong's heart was also very calm.
She spotted a good spot on Mo Jiecheng's chest and bit it hard.
Almost biting off a chunk of his flesh.
