Nan Shao, the drama master, he has started again

Chapter 1123 Lang Mochen, are you guilty!
All right, where did the paint come from?
The white silk shirt, probably from the shoulders to the waist and abdomen, is scattered with dark red long marks of different sizes.

Could it be that this is...

Jinkaka squinted, unfolded the shirt and put it on the sink, lowered his head, moved closer to the dark red place, and sniffed.

Really, the smell of blood...

But where could this blood come from? ?

Suddenly, Jinkaka thought of a possibility, threw away his shirt, opened the door, and rushed out of the bathroom.

After running to the head of the bed, it was only a few steps away, Jinkaka already felt out of breath, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Lang Mochen, do the clothes in the bathroom belong to you?" She said to the man leaning on the bed.

She asked a very idiotic question, and almost bit her own tongue as soon as she said it.

However, Lang Mochen didn't answer her.

Close your eyes, lie quietly, as if...

Shaking his head violently, throwing away those weird thoughts that shouldn't be there, Jinkaka's heart beat faster, stretched out his hand extremely slowly, and reached for his breath——

A few centimeters away from his face, the man who had kept his eyes closed opened them suddenly, and Jinkaka took a step back in fright.

She covered her heart and pressed her forehead, "You scared me to death."

Lang Mochen maintained his usual indifference, "It's so noisy."

Oops, you still despise her? !

She cares about him, okay?
Jinkaka snorted angrily, and sat down on the bed, "Turn around, I'll take a look at your back."

In a word, a strange color flashed across Lang Mochen's eyes very quickly.

"I'm not in the mood today." He replied coldly.

At first, Jinkaka didn't realize it, but he turned the sentence around twice in his mind, and he figured it out again in a jerk.

She got even angrier, shit, who told him this shit? !

With a dark face, Jin Kaka said directly, "The back of the shirt in the bathroom is stained with blood, Lang Mochen, are you injured, sorry to say."

"It's not a shameful thing. How old do you think you are, afraid of seeing a doctor?!"

Listening to her unceremonious rebuke, Lang Mochen said with a dark face, "Shut up."

"Tsk, become angry from embarrassment, did I really hit the mark?"

Jinkaka didn't care about him, and directly lifted his quilt, and reached out to lift the clothes on his back, as if to check clearly.

Just a little bit away, the arc of the man's waist flashed in her eyes, and in the next second, Jin Kaka's wrist was grabbed.

"Hey you……"

She struggled back vigorously, but unexpectedly, Lang Mochen pressed her into his arms with one arm, holding her in his arms with a domineering attitude.

Jin Kaka's face was squeezed against Lang Mochen's chest, against his hot chest, he had to stop struggling.

"Lang Mochen, are you guilty!"

"Keep messing around, believe it or not, I'll kill you!?" The man's dangerous voice sharpened his knife above her head.

Does she know that she is playing with fire now!

"open!"

"Still moving?!" Lang Mochen asked again.

She got angry and growled at him, "If it weren't for the fact that you were injured to save me, I wouldn't bother to care about you!"

She coded angrily, and at the same time, she pushed Lang Mochen away heavily.

(End of this chapter)