Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Chapter 161 Pay off

Her tone was very calm, not a guess, but a confirmation.

But after waiting for a few seconds, Shen Xiujin didn't say a word. Su Qiao raised her eyes, but she happened to look into those dark eyes as deep as an ancient well.

This little thing is a little too smart.

Shen Xiujin didn't say yes or no, she narrowed her eyes and focused on Su Qiao's head.

There was a soft and small curl there, in the center of the long black hair, like a drop of snow that would not melt... sunk into his eyes.

Shen Xiujin suddenly leaned back and lay lazily on the sofa with his half-naked upper body. Su Qiao was wrapping his wound with gauze. He moved like this without any warning. Su Qiao was pulled forward by the gauze on his hand. On his lap.

She looked up puzzled.

Shen Xiujin said casually: "If you're tired of sitting, lie down for a while." As he said that, he patted the sofa next to him and motioned for her to sit on it.

Su Qiao could only kneel on the sofa and continue to bandage his wounds.

A strand of long hair fell down inadvertently and fell on Shen Xiujin's hand. He looked down and curled his fingers. His pale fingertips and dark hair were wrapped around and around...

"When Zhao Fanghua found me, I was chained around my neck and kept in a cage like a dog and starved for three days..." Shen Xiujin spoke slowly, with no ups and downs in her tone, as plain as if she was telling a story that had nothing to do with her. , "This is their punishment for me. They warned me to be obedient like a dog. I can only win if they let me win..."

But in that arena, those who cannot win can only die.

Shen Xiujin looked at his hand stroking Su Qiao's black hair. It was bony and pale, but in his eyes, it was already full of blood...

His hands could never be washed clean.

"When I was about to die of thirst, Zhao Fanghua appeared and threw me a bottle of water. She said: 'If I were you, I would rather die and have no shame in returning to the Shen family.'"

Su Qiao's fingertips trembled.

She could picture that image.

Zhao Fanghua, who was dressed in wealth and gold and silver, stood in front of the smelly iron cage, looking at the dying young man inside. He was chained, and the violence that could not be covered by blood and stains emanated from his bones.

Zhao Fanghua said decently and lightly: 'If I were you...'

She didn't want to save him, nor did she pity him. She even hoped that he would die for the sake of the Shen family's dignity.

But no matter what, she threw the bottle of water to him, and Shen Xiujin drank it wholeheartedly...

Shen Xiujin closed her eyes and smiled, extremely sarcastic.

"Face, what is that?"

He doesn't remember Zhao Fanghua's kindness, he only remembers his own debt.

"Su Qiao, do you know how much blood I lost tonight?" Shen Xiujin looked at her with a crazy and charming smile on her lips, "That's the amount I drank in the cage that day."

Return that bottle of water tonight.

Su Qiao had become immune to Shen Xiujin's madness. She pursed her lower lip slightly, said nothing, and silently tied up Shen Xiujin's wound.

After she finished, she raised her head and asked him with a frown.

"Do you still owe anyone?"

She looked so serious that Shen Xiujin found it funny.

The uninjured hand reached out and rubbed her brow like she did to him.

Under the light, the man's long crow-feather eyelashes cast a gentle arc under his eyelids, adding a touch of romance to his handsome and sinister face.

He whispered: "Su Qiao, smile for me."

When she smiled, her eyebrows curved into crescent moons, very clean.

Su Qiao gently patted his hand away and stared at him without giving an inch, waiting for him to answer the question just now.

Shen Xiujin was a little helpless, resting her forehead on her hand, and said perfunctorily: "No more."

He began to regret exposing her so early.

Su Qiao, the obedient dog licker, looks more lovable.

Of course, Su Qiao didn't know what Shen Xiujin was thinking. She was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she got up and went to his bedroom to get a thin gray sweater that fit close to his body.

"Put it on, don't catch a cold."

The man leaned on the sofa in a leisurely manner, motionless, and lazily gestured to his injured arm.

"It hurts, I can't move."

"..."

How could a person who didn't say anything even after being stabbed be so squeamish?

It was clearly an excuse to let her serve him.

"What a great man." Su Qiao complained, helping Shen Xiujin put on clothes as if taking care of a child.

Shen Xiujin let her serve her, his tired eyes never moving from Su Qiao's face.

This face seemed so real to him just today...

Su Qiao, who originally wanted to get up, was hugged back by a sudden big hand from his waist.

She fell into Shen Xiujin's arms, feeling a little uncomfortable for no reason.

Normally she would pester him shamelessly, but today it seemed like... it was the other way around?

"Let me hold you for a while." Shen Xiujin's voice was slightly hoarse, and he lowered his head to smell the scent of her body, which was like the aftertaste of the incense burned in the temple.

The smell makes you want to sleep.

Shen Xiujin really closed her eyes.

His body was so warm that Su Qiao didn't want to move. She stayed like this for a while. It was so warm that when she was about to fall asleep, she heard Shen Xiujin's voice coming from above her head.

"Su Qiao."

"Huh?" she responded, her long and drawn-out voice revealing sleepiness.

"Lin Xiaoyun is dead."

"..."

Su Qiao opened her eyes silently.

"When I found her, the person was already dead. She committed suicide. The condition of her suicide was that she hoped that Zhao Fanghua would let her son go. Ha..."

Shen Xiujin sneered with unknown meaning.

"If someone dies, who can be saved?"