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The woman, who should have cried out in pain, surprisingly didn't make a single sound today.
Liu Xuxin stared blankly at her hands wrapped in bandages, the words of Cui Er echoed in her ears: what if her hand was ruined!
It was just a hand that was injured, preventing her from playing the piano. As a young lady from a prominent family, she didn't need to play to win anyone's favor; whether she played or not was merely a matter of interest.
But Mo Xier was different; her injury was to her face. Although she claimed the wound was shallow and wouldn't leave a scar, life was unpredictable. Who knew what might happen in the future? If her face were truly ruined, wouldn't that be a cause for celebration?
Thinking of this, Liu Xuxin's face suddenly brightened with a smile. The woman said the wound on her face was shallow and wouldn't leave scars; that was fine! Since it couldn't naturally leave scars, she would make sure to ruin that enchanting beauty instead!
The white bandages were stained red with blood, just like her eyes at that moment, lost in hatred and unable to find their original form.
On the other side, Night Star followed the woman all the way, swaying slightly behind her, showing no signs of urgency but rather an air of leisure.
Night Star did not approach to speak with her, and she was too lazy to engage with the person behind her. As long as he could manage not to disturb her, she could endure anything—even if he followed her like a shadow.
Finally, after stepping through the courtyard gate and hearing the footsteps still behind her, a hint of impatience finally appeared on the woman's face.
He had been following her for long enough; why couldn't he just leave her alone? Did he really have to follow her into the courtyard?!
Suddenly turning around, she pressed one hand against his solid chest, deeply blocking his path forward, effectively trapping him outside the yard.
The servants stood at the entrance, staring blankly at the two masters before them. No one dared to speak; they all lowered their heads as if they hadn't seen anything.
"What are you doing here? Don't you have anything else to do?" Mo Xier's voice was cold as she pressed firmly against his chest. The expression of keeping him at bay made the man's heart sink instantly.
With a slight frown, he said coldly, "Have you forgotten that this is also my courtyard? Do I need your permission to enter?"
Choking back her emotions, a single sentence turned all her rebuttals into jokes. Yet, how could she easily concede?
With a charming smile, her hand shifted from resisting to slowly caressing him, as if under a spell. Her soft hands seemed to carry an electric current; wherever she touched, it sent a tingling sensation through Night Star, causing a reaction in his lower abdomen.
The unfamiliar heat instantly engulfed the man's mind. His hands, which had been hanging at his sides, gradually tightened. He struggled to maintain his expression, but under her touch, it slowly began to crack.
The strange yet addictive feeling was inescapable!
Her bright eyes were fixed on him, observing his expressions closely. Any slight loosening of his demeanor would not escape her keen gaze!
The smile at the corner of her mouth grew more radiant, and her hand became increasingly enticing as she said with a laugh, "Of course, coming and going here is your freedom. But now you've given me this courtyard; don't I have any say in it? Hmm?"
Her tone rose slightly, carrying a hint of seduction. If another man stood before her at that moment, he would likely be completely entranced, forgetting his own name.
But the person in front of her was Night Star; any momentary confusion quickly faded into clarity!
A smile slowly crept onto his lips, appearing cheerful; however, that joy did not reach the depths of his profound eyes, which only reflected distance.
Her slightly calloused hand gradually covered his, radiating warmth. Meeting Night Star's intense gaze made her instinctively want to retreat, but he held her hand tightly, leaving no room for escape.
It was only at this moment that she realized she might have gone too far; this man was not someone she could tease at will!
Panic surged within her, causing her speech to stutter. "You... let go! Don't think I won't do anything to you! Just so you know, my fists are not for show."
"Is that so?" he replied with a raised voice as he stepped forward, boldly entering the courtyard without allowing her any chance to resist.
Surprised by the power disparity between the two, Mo Xier's eyes widened suddenly. "You..."
"Me? What about me?" The subordinate tightened his grip and moved closer with an imposing presence. "Do you still think you can take charge now?"
The man's series of actions were swift, and in no time, both had entered the courtyard!
Night Star's smile grew wider, finally spreading from the corners of his mouth to his eyes, tinged with a hint of pride, like children bickering. He laughed and said, "Even if you tried to stop me, I still made it in!"
Staring at him in speechless disbelief, she felt utterly helpless against the man before her. How could he be so brazen?
Struggling to retreat, her pinned hand remained immobile.
With a light sigh, Mo Xier softened her tone and said, "You've already come in; do you really need to keep holding onto me?"
Furrowing her brows, she glared at the man's hand covering hers, feeling uncomfortable as if pricked by needles.
Night Star seemed oblivious to her gaze as his other hand gently covered her injured area, filled with concern. His eyes revealed no hint of concealment, laying bare his feelings right before her.
"Your face looks like this, and you still have the energy to argue with me? Doesn't it hurt?" The man's tone was deep, his concern evident.
Staring at him blankly, her heart was filled with confusion and uncertainty. What was wrong with this man? Why did he always do things that made her waver?
Night Star silently took her hand and led her into the room, almost forcibly seating her on a chair. With a serious expression, he said, "Xinrong, hurry and find a doctor. The young lady is injured like this; does she not have any awareness of her condition?"
His stern reprimand made Xinrong tremble slightly as she quickly replied, "Yes! Young Master, I will go right away."
Just as she was about to turn around, Mo Xier called out to her and couldn't help but chuckle lightly in confusion. "I am a doctor myself; why bother calling someone else? It's unnecessary."
Breaking free from the man's grip, she immediately stood up and took the mirror from the dressing table to examine the wounds on her face.
The cut was not particularly long, and blood was still slowly oozing out, but much of it had already congealed. Her face looked somewhat grotesque; the once stunning beauty now appeared unusually strange due to the injury.
She knew she was hurt but did not expect it to be this severe. Liu Xuxin had indeed struck without a hint of hesitation, with a fierce intensity.
Her hand holding the mirror trembled slightly. She had previously claimed there would be no scars, but seeing the wound in this state made her less certain.
Night Star had been watching her intently. Seeing her expression change caused his heart to ache. A woman cherishes her appearance above all else; now that her face looked like this, no one could bear it, let alone him! His heart felt sour.
Slowly rising, he moved behind her and took the mirror from her hands, softly saying, "Stop looking. No matter how much you look, it's already like this. You should think more about how to treat it."
Before she could get a good look, the item in her hand was snatched away. She turned to reclaim it but was blocked by his hand.
"Hey! You're really something! Whether I look or not is my choice. Why are you taking my mirror?"
"You're not allowed to look. You look too terrible right now; I'm afraid if you see yourself, you'll have nightmares tonight." Night Star put away the mirror, his rebuttal sounding quite righteous.
Unable to counter his words, she could only pretend she hadn’t heard anything. Night Star could actually be this childish!
She had someone bring hot water and slowly began to wipe the injured area with a cloth. After just a few times, a basin of clear water had turned blood-red. The blood that had begun to congeal started to flow again with the heat of the water.
She let out a soft sigh; the renewed bleeding from the wound caused her considerable pain. Night Star quickly stepped forward, snatching the cloth from her hands and scolding her loudly, "Aren't you a woman? I always thought you were only ruthless towards others; I didn't expect you to be so harsh on yourself! Can't you be a little gentler?"
Staring blankly at her empty hands, Mo Xier felt confused. What was he to her? On what grounds did he speak to her like this?
However, before she could react, he pressed her down again and forcefully held her chin with his calloused hand, making her lift her head. Even so, his grip was gentle enough for her to look up at him.
Their eyes met, and an unusual atmosphere seemed to envelop them. He was gentle in his actions, and there was a hint of affection in his gaze as he looked at her.
His deep-set eyes laid bare all his emotions before her. This man, she realized, had been unreservedly showing her his true self for some time now, allowing her to see many different sides of him.
"How could you be so rough when cleaning your wounds? As a woman, I've never seen anyone who doesn't take care of their appearance like you do."
Night Star's tone was heavy; despite the disdain in his voice, his hands moved with increasing gentleness, as if afraid of hurting her.
The towel was steaming, creating a mist that obscured her view of him. The warmth on her face came in waves, reminding her that everything happening before her was real and not a dream.
Strangely enough, as he continued his actions, it felt as if her face had been numbed; she lost all sensation and could only focus on him. In this world, it seemed like they were the only two people that existed.
When Xinrong entered with the doctor, she was taken aback by the sight of the two gazing at each other. A wave of happiness and pride washed over her; she knew she hadn't been mistaken—this young master and lady clearly had something going on! How else could they share such intimate looks? It was a gaze only lovers would have.
Both of them were so absorbed in each other that they didn't notice Xinrong's arrival until she cleared her throat softly.
Mo Xier quickly snapped back to reality and turned to Xinrong, embarrassment flooding her expression.
Night Star glanced at his empty hands and felt a fleeting sense of loss, but it was only for a moment. He quickly regained his composure and casually set down the cloth as if nothing had happened.
His calm demeanor made Mo Xier blush; she cursed herself for being so flustered that it was obvious to others. Her face turned red with embarrassment!
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