ooking."His expression was calm, not the slightest bit of nervousness like a guilty person. If Mu Xing didn't know he was also here to look for something, she would have thought this was his home."Do...Her palm pressed against his chest.

Having been held by him twice, Mu Xing felt his bone structure, but she didn't expect him to be even thinner than she had felt.

Through a layer of fabric, his body was all bone. His chestbone was hard, like wood under my palm.

How did you get so thin

Mu Xing frowned at the man, and the man's dark brown eyes were filled with tears, his eye sockets red, clutching her wrist and begging, "Baby, hug me..."

Mu Xing: "..."

"Baby, I don't want to make you leave, I'm sorry…"

Getting no response, Fu Lingxiao helplessly apologized, bowing his head and begging, "You can hit me or scold me if you're angry, just don't ignore me, okay... Please hug me, I beg you, it hurts..."

He was in so much pain, his heart ached as if it would burst.

Mu Xing read the information from the man's broken and fragmented words. He went mad because of self-blame and guilt, driving away the person he repeatedly called "baby".

And he several times embraced and kissed her, calling her baby. It was probably because he was ill and his mind was unclear that he mistook her for the baby in his mouth. When he sobered up and realized she wasn't, he coldly drove her away.

He loved her madly, yet he drove her away. Now he's in this pathetic state; it's all his own doing!

Mu Xing had no mood to play pretend literature with him. She pulled a cold face, grabbed his wrist, and yanked his hand away forcefully, “You got the wrong person, I’m not your baby.”

"Baby..."

The man didn't grab her hand again, but instead clutched at the hem of her skirt.

Those deep-set eyes were misty, you couldn't quite see through them, but they seemed to be looking at her carefully, as if afraid of angering her, a pitiful look.

Mu Xing really couldn't stand his current state. She couldn't knock him out, either. She had just felt his pulse a moment ago, and it was too weak; one wrong move could kill him.

She suddenly pulled up her skirt and stood up, “I’ll go call your bodyguard to bring your precious thing back.”

The skirt slipped from her grasp, and the familiar scent faded away.

Fu Lingxiao was terrified that she would disappear without a trace. Panicked, he scrambled to his feet to chase after her, but his frail body gave way, and he tumbled off the bed.

Tumbling onto the carpet with a dull thud.

Mu Xing heard the sound and turned around, only to see a man lying on the ground, his bandaged hand clutching the carpet, struggling to crawl towards her. With every movement, a bloodstain appeared on the carpet.

His mouth was still whispering in pain, "Don't go..."

Mu Xing's chest felt a surge of uncontrollable tightness. She ran over and knelt beside him, helping him up.

Fu Lingxiao leaned against her instinctively, his long arms hastily encircling her slender waist. His sharp face buried into the crook of her neck, "Baby, don't leave me..."

Pity, helplessness, vulnerability.

Mu Xing was afraid that forcing her open would scatter her bones. She held back her temper and said, "I said I'm not your baby, Fu Lingxiao. If you go crazy again, I really will have to hit you."

"You are."

Fu Lingxiao held her, his thin lips pressed against the side of her neck, persistent and affirmative.

He was clearly a living person, but Mu Xing only felt iciness from him.

She wasn't willing to argue with him about whether or not it was true. He wasn't thinking clearly right now, and more words wouldn't help.

She changed her approach, trying to coax him instead. “Alright, alright, I am. Would you like to listen to me”

Fu Lingxiao nodded obediently, "I'll listen to you, as long as my treasure doesn't leave me."

Mu Xing: "Then you let go of me, I'll help you to the bed and treat your wounds."

The man who had just been saying he would listen, suddenly buried his face deeper into her neck, his arms tightening around her even more. "Don't let go, if you let go you'll disappear again."

Mu Xing could only soften her tone and continue to coax, "I won't disappear, I promise you, I will always be by your side."

That delicate, soft voice was almost drowning Fu Lingxiao.

His whole heart was trembling, greedily nestled in that warm embrace, and he carefully asked, “Can the baby kiss me”

"..."

Inch forward, yard by yard!

Mu Xing ground her teeth and changed to a threat: “If you don’t listen to me, I’m leaving.”

"Baby, don't go, I'll be good."

Fu Lingxiao nervously loosened his embrace, propping himself up with trembling limbs before crawling onto the bed.

Mu Xing saw him struggling to climb, sighed helplessly, and stepped forward to help him onto the bed. She picked up the antiseptic water and continued to treat his wounds.

This time, Fu Lingxiao was very cooperative, lying still. He just kept clutching Mu Xing's skirt nervously with his hand, afraid that she would suddenly disappear.

Mu Xing lowered her eyes, skillfully treating the blood hole on his neck. She bandaged it and then treated his hands.

The moment she unwrapped the bandage from his left hand, Mu Xing's pupils dilated violently.

The palm had been processed, the minced flesh removed. Some gauze was tightly pressed against the bones of the fingers, revealing raw, bleeding flesh when pulled away.

She experienced the phantom pain, her heart involuntarily clenching. She quietly glanced at the man, he remained unresponsive, as if feeling nothing.

Mu Xing retracted her gaze, her movements becoming gentle as she carefully helped Fu Lingxiao manage his left hand before placing it gently by his side.

She held onto his right hand, the one that was gripping her skirt, and didn't force it open. Instead, she coaxed him, "Let go so I can treat your hand wound. You won't disappear, call me when you're scared."

The cold voice unconsciously softened, hiding a tenderness that she herself couldn't detect.

Fu Lingxiao hesitated for a moment, then slowly loosened his grip.

Concentrate all your energy on feeling, Xing'er's breath is still there, her hand is holding his, the warmth of the touch, from his hand all the way into his heart.

A cold heart beats with renewed life.

Reality and illusion intertwined, his chaotic thoughts had long been blurred, only the instinctive fear remained. After the illusions vanished, he would once again be tormented to the point of death.

"Baby..."

He twitched his thin lips and called her softly.

Mu Xing's movements paused slightly before she replied, "En, I am here."

"Baby..."

"Yes, I am here."

He called out softly again and again, making sure she was still there.

She answered him repeatedly, telling him she was there.

Until her hand injury was treated, Mu Xing let out a sigh of relief and was about to put the medical supplies back in the medicine box when a force suddenly bound her slender waist. Immediately afterward, she was carried onto the bed.

In the midst of that overwhelming stench of blood, Mu Xing could accurately distinguish the scent of ebony sandalwood.

It was this taste, like opium, relentlessly eroding her nerves day and night, captivating her to the point of insomnia.

Enveloped once again by the scent that had haunted her thoughts day and night, her ability to think vanished in an instant. Her mind became a swirling vortex of confusion, unable to process anything. She didn't even want to struggle, only to succumb completely to it...

Fu Lingxiao held her soft body tightly, locking her in his arms. He cupped her chin with one hand and eagerly kissed her lips.

A pair of soft hands climbed onto his back, and they embraced his slender body. Fu Lingxiao was unbelievable, suddenly froze, for a long time expecting to be fulfilled, tears slipped from the empty eye sockets...

His heart hammered in his chest, he closed his eyes, surrendering to the intoxicating dream.

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