The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

The man's tone was a little cold, with chills and endless ambiguity.

"A Yuan..."

Hearing his deep and magnetic voice, Mu Changying's body went limp unconsciously.

That white and soft little face turned red with a brush.

Rong Liyuan hugged her horizontally, then walked towards the big bed in the room.

"..."

Leaning in her arms, Mu Changying could clearly hear his heartbeat.

She was thrown on the bed.

The man stepped down.

"hiss--"

With a crisp sound, the clothes on her body were broken.

Hearing the tearing sound, Mu Changying, who had been drowning in his hormonal breath, woke up instantly.

The blush on the little face disappeared completely, and it was stained with a little nervousness.

"A Yuan—"

She raised her hand and squeezed his wrist tightly.

"good--"

Sensing that she was nervous, he gently comforted her.

Using force again, the clothes on her body split instantly and became shapeless.

With the clothes torn, the back was exposed to the air.

The snow-white skin was illuminated by the light, and the unhealed scars on the back looked particularly hideous and terrifying.

"..."

Seeing the scars on her back, there was endless coldness in his eyes.

The coldness on his face became more and more intense, and the icy breath lingered all over his body, making people feel like falling into an ice cellar, and every cell in his body shivered with cold.

Rong Liyuan raised his hand and gently stroked her back. His fingers were covered with a thin layer of calluses, and the place he passed made her uncontrollable, and she trembled slightly.

"Yingbao, tell me who let you go?"

His voice was full of temptation, luring her step by step into the sweet trap he designed.

Mu Changying turned over and casually picked up the bath towel on the bed and draped it over her body.

She looked at her seriously, trying to make her facial expression look extremely normal, "Uh...Ah Yuan, it's actually nothing, it's just the price you have to pay to gain trust."

Fu Yue is extremely loyal to Tianyinmen.

Even if he was punished, he would not complain in the slightest.

If she refuses to punish, it will definitely arouse suspicion.

"Yingbao, you have to know that no matter what you do, I hope you will put your own safety first." Rong Liyuan's deep eyes were full of distress.

He looked at her, and what he said was concerned but unquestionable.

"..."

Seeing the intense concern in his eyes, Mu Changying's throat tightened for no reason, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

After a few seconds of silence, she nodded, "Okay, I promise you, I will pay attention to my own safety in the future."

Hearing that she obediently agreed to him, Rong Liyuan's tense face eased a little, not so gloomy and scary anymore.

"Where is the medicine, I will rub it on you."

"Uh... I'll do it myself."

"Can you wipe well?"

Facing the soul torture from Rong Liyuan, Mu Changying was instantly speechless, not knowing what to say.

She pointed to a cabinet next to the bed, "The medicine is in it, in a white bottle."

Rong Liyuan got out of bed and rummaged through the cabinet.

I found the white medicine bottle, and gently unscrewed the bottle cap, and the strong medicine fragrance inside rushed to my face.

He left the medicine, went to wash it, and then took a white cotton swab, took off a little bit of bath towel that was wrapped around her body, dipped a little of the medicine, and gently wiped her back.