Chapter 601 The young master can hear his heart again! 17
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Shan Bu Yu Shi Er
Chapter 601 The young master can hear his heart again! 17
Hearing Jinchen's inner voice, Fu Muchi subconsciously wanted to explain that it was not the case, but he just shook his head because he was too nervous to speak.
After shaking for a few times, Fu Muchi remembered that Jinchen couldn't see him at all. He bit his lip in confusion, slowly stretched out his hand, and pushed open the cabinet door.
The dim warm light shone into the wardrobe, and Fu Muchi felt it was a bit dazzling and squinted his eyes slightly.
Jinchen finally met his young master as he wished.
"May I come inside?"
He half-leaned over and rubbed the top of Fu Muchi's hair.
Fu Muchi still didn't speak, but moved back to make a place for others to sit.
This must have been specially built by the Fu family. It has a very large capacity and is covered with a thick layer of blankets. Sitting in it will indeed give people a unique sense of security.
Jinchen sat in and closed the cabinet door, leaving a gap.
Then the closet fell into darkness again, with only a ray of light coming in between the two of them, like a slightly shining stick.
Fu Muchi pulled Jinchen's arm. He couldn't see it and could only feel the other person's presence through touch.
In the small closet, Fu Mucci seemed to smell the agarwood scent coming from this person again, which gave him a lot of sense of security.
"The young master is afraid, isn't he? I'm late."
Jinchen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took him into his arms, and gently stroked his back, his movements were too gentle to be true.
"I'm very happy that the young master is willing to let me come into this magical secret base."
Fu Muci was hugged and buried in Jinchen's arms. The fear that he had suppressed suddenly burst out, and she hugged his waist tightly without letting go, whimpering.
When you feel wronged, you should vent your anger.
Fu Muci cried so hard that the redness on her fair face was particularly conspicuous, and her voice became hoarse, which was heartbreaking.
He tilted his body, tightly grasped the corners of Jinchen's clothes, put his side face against Jinchen's shoulder, and completely pulled himself into his arms, refusing to let go even a little bit.
"Afraid...so scared..."
Fu Muci couldn't tell exactly what he was afraid of. Maybe it was the sudden thunderstorm night, maybe it was the light that couldn't be turned on when reaching out from the bed, or maybe the baby's scream that awakened his memory.
In short, everything that happened tonight was oppressing his nerves, making him nervous and afraid to move, for fear of accidentally being pulled into the memories that could be called nightmares.
Fu Muci was huddled in the closet just now. He was afraid when he heard his own heartbeat, when he heard the sound of someone walking in outside the door, and even his mother's comfort made him afraid.
It seems like everything around you is unsafe.
Only the man in front of him could make him temporarily forget his fear.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here, there won't be any danger."
Jinchen rested his chin on the young master's hair, patted him comfortingly with his palms, and even wrapped him with a touch of spiritual power.
"Young Master is very brave. When I came here just now, the servants downstairs were still screaming."
"Our young master didn't make any noise, he's doing very well."
His tone was very gentle, trying his best to comfort Fu Muchi who was in fear.
Fu Muchi may have really listened, and gradually stopped crying, but he still didn't let go of the hand he held tightly.
He buried himself in Jinchen's arms and wiped away his tears. His voice was hoarse, but he still wanted to try to speak, "...cry, there is crying."
"I heard that the young master's father has gone to have someone investigate. I believe there will be results soon."
"Sleep well tonight, young master. Maybe you will find out when you wake up tomorrow morning."
Jinchen gently touched the young master's warm, red and swollen eyes, "I'll sleep with the young master, okay?"
Every time Jinchen asked if he was okay or if he wanted something, it was hard for Fu Muchi to refuse, and it was the same today.
Fu Muchi only hesitated for a short moment, then nodded in his arms and whispered yes.
"To hold..."
"Okay, hold me, hold me to sleep."
Jinchen pushed open the cabinet door, moved out first, and held the young master tightly in his arms. He was only a few steps away from the bed, but Fu Muci was still stressed and trembling in his arms.
Fu Muci refused to let go until he was put into bed, grunting and struggling. Jinchen could only lie down, quickly took off his dirty coat, and threw it to the shelf.
Both of them snuggled up in the bed that was full of security. Fu Muci's nose was filled with a familiar and extremely relaxing fragrance, and he slowly relaxed his body.
Jinchen caressed the young master's bitten lip and his forehead that was suddenly swollen just now.
The tail of his eyes, which were still red from crying, looked even more pitiful.
"Is there a medicine box in the young master's room? Can I apply medicine to you?"
Afraid that Fu Muchi would not agree, Jinchen also activated his voice.
Jinchen seemed to have figured out some tricks. The young master couldn't bear to see him sad, although most of the time, he had to compromise.
〖The young master’s wound is a bit serious. I’m very sad, even more sad than if I was injured. 〗
Fu Muchi raised his eyes to meet Jinchen's slightly confused eyes, hummed slowly, and pointed to the locker at the door.
"Then I'll get the medicine."
Jinchen took out the iodophor and ointment as quickly as possible and returned to bed before Fu Muchi's sense of security disappeared.
He half-reclined on the head of the bed, held the young master on his lap, blew his forehead distressedly, and then slowly began to apply it.
The ointment was slightly cool and smelled of vegetation. Fu Muchi wrinkled his nose and sniffed it, but found it didn't smell very good, so he held Jinchen's arm and inhaled fiercely.
The position of her lips was a bit bad. Fu Muchi disliked the smell of the ointment, so she turned her face away and struggled. Jinchen could only hold his face in place, pretending to be angry.
"Young master, if you don't take medicine tonight, you won't be able to eat cake tomorrow, it will be very painful."
Fu Muchi frowned deeply, seeming very troubled.
So he closed his eyes as if he were dead, raised his chin and pouted, pressing his upper lip tightly for fear of getting the taste into his mouth.
This look made Jin Chen chuckle several times. He carefully applied a layer of ointment to the bitten area with a cotton swab, and covered it with a band-aid.
"Okay, don't shut your mouth so tightly."
Fu Muci stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked it, only licking the slightly rough surface of the band-aid. It felt strange to the touch, but there was no grassy smell.
It doesn’t hurt much anymore.
He was still wearing messy pajamas, his soft hair was messed up, and there were band-aids on his forehead and lips, looking like a pitiful scrawled kitten.
Feeling Jin Chen's slightly smiling eyes, Fu Muchi didn't know what he was laughing at, curled his lips and dug into his arms again.
[The villain’s heartbeat value 10 was detected!Total 60! 】
"Sleep, sleepy..."
Most of the fear was dissipated by Jinchen's appearance, and what followed was a lingering sleepiness.
The young master who abides by his biological clock is obviously very sleepy.
Hearing Jinchen's inner voice, Fu Muchi subconsciously wanted to explain that it was not the case, but he just shook his head because he was too nervous to speak.
After shaking for a few times, Fu Muchi remembered that Jinchen couldn't see him at all. He bit his lip in confusion, slowly stretched out his hand, and pushed open the cabinet door.
The dim warm light shone into the wardrobe, and Fu Muchi felt it was a bit dazzling and squinted his eyes slightly.
Jinchen finally met his young master as he wished.
"May I come inside?"
He half-leaned over and rubbed the top of Fu Muchi's hair.
Fu Muchi still didn't speak, but moved back to make a place for others to sit.
This must have been specially built by the Fu family. It has a very large capacity and is covered with a thick layer of blankets. Sitting in it will indeed give people a unique sense of security.
Jinchen sat in and closed the cabinet door, leaving a gap.
Then the closet fell into darkness again, with only a ray of light coming in between the two of them, like a slightly shining stick.
Fu Muchi pulled Jinchen's arm. He couldn't see it and could only feel the other person's presence through touch.
In the small closet, Fu Mucci seemed to smell the agarwood scent coming from this person again, which gave him a lot of sense of security.
"The young master is afraid, isn't he? I'm late."
Jinchen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took him into his arms, and gently stroked his back, his movements were too gentle to be true.
"I'm very happy that the young master is willing to let me come into this magical secret base."
Fu Muci was hugged and buried in Jinchen's arms. The fear that he had suppressed suddenly burst out, and she hugged his waist tightly without letting go, whimpering.
When you feel wronged, you should vent your anger.
Fu Muci cried so hard that the redness on her fair face was particularly conspicuous, and her voice became hoarse, which was heartbreaking.
He tilted his body, tightly grasped the corners of Jinchen's clothes, put his side face against Jinchen's shoulder, and completely pulled himself into his arms, refusing to let go even a little bit.
"Afraid...so scared..."
Fu Muci couldn't tell exactly what he was afraid of. Maybe it was the sudden thunderstorm night, maybe it was the light that couldn't be turned on when reaching out from the bed, or maybe the baby's scream that awakened his memory.
In short, everything that happened tonight was oppressing his nerves, making him nervous and afraid to move, for fear of accidentally being pulled into the memories that could be called nightmares.
Fu Muci was huddled in the closet just now. He was afraid when he heard his own heartbeat, when he heard the sound of someone walking in outside the door, and even his mother's comfort made him afraid.
It seems like everything around you is unsafe.
Only the man in front of him could make him temporarily forget his fear.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here, there won't be any danger."
Jinchen rested his chin on the young master's hair, patted him comfortingly with his palms, and even wrapped him with a touch of spiritual power.
"Young Master is very brave. When I came here just now, the servants downstairs were still screaming."
"Our young master didn't make any noise, he's doing very well."
His tone was very gentle, trying his best to comfort Fu Muchi who was in fear.
Fu Muchi may have really listened, and gradually stopped crying, but he still didn't let go of the hand he held tightly.
He buried himself in Jinchen's arms and wiped away his tears. His voice was hoarse, but he still wanted to try to speak, "...cry, there is crying."
"I heard that the young master's father has gone to have someone investigate. I believe there will be results soon."
"Sleep well tonight, young master. Maybe you will find out when you wake up tomorrow morning."
Jinchen gently touched the young master's warm, red and swollen eyes, "I'll sleep with the young master, okay?"
Every time Jinchen asked if he was okay or if he wanted something, it was hard for Fu Muchi to refuse, and it was the same today.
Fu Muchi only hesitated for a short moment, then nodded in his arms and whispered yes.
"To hold..."
"Okay, hold me, hold me to sleep."
Jinchen pushed open the cabinet door, moved out first, and held the young master tightly in his arms. He was only a few steps away from the bed, but Fu Muci was still stressed and trembling in his arms.
Fu Muci refused to let go until he was put into bed, grunting and struggling. Jinchen could only lie down, quickly took off his dirty coat, and threw it to the shelf.
Both of them snuggled up in the bed that was full of security. Fu Muci's nose was filled with a familiar and extremely relaxing fragrance, and he slowly relaxed his body.
Jinchen caressed the young master's bitten lip and his forehead that was suddenly swollen just now.
The tail of his eyes, which were still red from crying, looked even more pitiful.
"Is there a medicine box in the young master's room? Can I apply medicine to you?"
Afraid that Fu Muchi would not agree, Jinchen also activated his voice.
Jinchen seemed to have figured out some tricks. The young master couldn't bear to see him sad, although most of the time, he had to compromise.
〖The young master’s wound is a bit serious. I’m very sad, even more sad than if I was injured. 〗
Fu Muchi raised his eyes to meet Jinchen's slightly confused eyes, hummed slowly, and pointed to the locker at the door.
"Then I'll get the medicine."
Jinchen took out the iodophor and ointment as quickly as possible and returned to bed before Fu Muchi's sense of security disappeared.
He half-reclined on the head of the bed, held the young master on his lap, blew his forehead distressedly, and then slowly began to apply it.
The ointment was slightly cool and smelled of vegetation. Fu Muchi wrinkled his nose and sniffed it, but found it didn't smell very good, so he held Jinchen's arm and inhaled fiercely.
The position of her lips was a bit bad. Fu Muchi disliked the smell of the ointment, so she turned her face away and struggled. Jinchen could only hold his face in place, pretending to be angry.
"Young master, if you don't take medicine tonight, you won't be able to eat cake tomorrow, it will be very painful."
Fu Muchi frowned deeply, seeming very troubled.
So he closed his eyes as if he were dead, raised his chin and pouted, pressing his upper lip tightly for fear of getting the taste into his mouth.
This look made Jin Chen chuckle several times. He carefully applied a layer of ointment to the bitten area with a cotton swab, and covered it with a band-aid.
"Okay, don't shut your mouth so tightly."
Fu Muci stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked it, only licking the slightly rough surface of the band-aid. It felt strange to the touch, but there was no grassy smell.
It doesn’t hurt much anymore.
He was still wearing messy pajamas, his soft hair was messed up, and there were band-aids on his forehead and lips, looking like a pitiful scrawled kitten.
Feeling Jin Chen's slightly smiling eyes, Fu Muchi didn't know what he was laughing at, curled his lips and dug into his arms again.
[The villain’s heartbeat value 10 was detected!Total 60! 】
"Sleep, sleepy..."
Most of the fear was dissipated by Jinchen's appearance, and what followed was a lingering sleepiness.
The young master who abides by his biological clock is obviously very sleepy.
