Chapter 1775 Kiss his wound

Zhou Xiaotao knew that Wayne had this purpose, and he deliberately let Shen Mozhi stay overnight tonight.

Zhou Xiaotao reached out and pushed Wayne.

Wayne immediately held her down, "Taotao, you have rejected me once, if you reject me again..."

The meaning of his threat was self-evident.

Zhou Xiaotao came prepared. She had psychedelic drugs hidden in her body. She raised her red lips to comfort Wayne, "Of course I am willing, I just want to take off my clothes."

Zhou Xiaotao reached out and unbuttoned her clothes.

Wayne waited for her.

Zhou Xiaotao has already touched the psychedelic drug, and she is ready to take action.

But then the knock on the door came again, and his personal secretary came again, "Young Master."

Wayne was quite unhappy and asked loudly, "What's the matter?"

Recently, the private secretary has been knocking on the door, trying to disturb him.

The private secretary said that he was also innocent. He stood outside the door and said tremblingly, "Young... Young Master, something happened again, and it's the Rakshasa Gate!"

It’s Rakshasa Gate again!

Wayne punched the bed and had to get up from Zhou Xiaotao, "I need to go out for a while. You should go to bed early tonight."

After speaking, Wayne hurried out.

Zhou Xiaotao put down the psychedelic drug in her hand, Rakshasa Gate. She often heard this name recently. This Rakshasa Gate had taken Wayne away from her several times.

She didn't know anyone from the Rakshasa Sect, but she was very grateful to the people from the Rakshasa Sect. Zhou Xiaotao got up from the bed and walked out.

Zhou Xiaotao wanted to go back to Tiantian's room, but when he passed by the next room, he suddenly heard a "dong" from inside, as if something fell to the ground.

Zhou Xiaotao stopped and looked at the closed door. Shen Mozhi would stay here tonight.

Just now Gong Ling took a call and went back.

Wayne said he was drunk. Is he okay?

Zhou Xiaotao was a little worried. She put her hand on the doorknob and pushed in.

There was a dim light in the room, and Shen Mozhi was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. He was already drunk with the smell of alcohol. When he turned over just now, he accidentally knocked over the teacup beside the bed on the carpet.

Zhou Xiaotao walked over and picked up the teacup. She looked at Shen Mozhi on the bed. The corner of his clothes was lifted a little, revealing the skin underneath. She saw a burn.

Zhou Xiaotao Yujie trembled and immediately sat on the bed. Seeing that he was still asleep, she slowly stretched out her hand and lifted up the corner of his clothes. She wanted to see the injuries on his body.

She saw that the skin on his body had old injuries and new injuries. Even the color was different. There were obvious traces of burns and skin grafts. It was really ugly and glaring.

Zhou Xiaotao had imagined the injuries on his body, but none of them were as tragic as what she saw with her own eyes.

How on earth did he survive two years ago?

Zhou Xiaotao's fair eyes were red, and her soft fingertips slowly and tenderly stroked his skin. Finally, she lowered her head and kissed his wound gently.

She was really heartbroken and distressed.

Zhou Xiaotao sat up, covered Shen Mozhi with a quilt, and then planned to get up and leave.

But a big clean white hand suddenly came over, grabbed her slender wrist and pulled hard.

Zhou Xiaotao didn't stand firm at all, and her delicate body fell down directly onto the soft big bed. She exclaimed softly, "Ah!"

But the sound was quickly blocked, because Shen Mozhi turned over and pressed her down, tightly blocking her red lips.