Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

Before Butler Wu could react, an urgent voice suddenly came from upstairs: "Uncle Fu, where are you injured? Is it serious?"

Ning Chichi ran downstairs with a worried look on his face and went straight to Fu Lingxiao.

Seeing this, Butler Wu rushed over in three steps at a time. The young master and Xiao Muxing had a quarrel yesterday because of Ning Chichi, and they were reconciled today, but they couldn't let her ruin it again.

He stopped Ning Chichi at the entrance of the stairs and said politely and distantly: "The young master has little Mu Xing to take care of him, so there is no need for Miss Ning to worry."

Ning Chichi frowned and poked his head out from one side to look at Fu Lingxiao, "Uncle Fu, your face looks so bad. Can I get some medicinal food for you?"

Fu Lingxiao looked at her and slightly raised his lower lip, "No need."

"The young master said no, so don't worry about it and go about your business."

Butler Wu pulled Ning Chichi away, gave way to the stairs, and said to Mu Xing: "Little Mu Xing, help the young master go back to his room to rest."

Mu Xing was worried about her uncle's health and was too lazy to pay attention to Ning Chichi. She reached out to hug the man again, "Uncle, you are very weak now and need to rest quickly."

However, as soon as her hand touched the man, he grabbed her waist and hugged her.

"Little uncle, what are you doing? Put me down quickly."

Considering that the man was injured, Mu Xing did not dare to struggle. As soon as she spoke, the man suddenly lowered his head, "Didn't you say that I am weak? I will let you know right away whether I am weak or not."

The man's handsome face showed a sickly white color, and his thick black eyes stared at her. A smile appeared at the corner of his pale mouth, which gave off an inexplicable and sad taste.

The domineering and powerful look in his eyes has not diminished at all.

Mu Xing was locked tightly by his encroaching gaze, and suddenly her cheeks felt hot and she didn't dare to move.

Fu Lingxiao held the little man in his arms and walked upstairs with his long legs.

After their figures disappeared in the corridor on the second floor, Butler Wu calmly put away his posture to block Ning Chichi.

Ning Chichi did not go upstairs, but glanced at the second floor and walked out of the villa. Butler Wu then went about his business with peace of mind.

Fu Lingxiao carried Mu Xing back to the master bedroom, threw him on the bed, and pressed his tall body directly over him.

Mu Xing hurriedly reminded: "Uncle, be careful of your wounds!"

Fu Lingxiao's arms were supported on both sides of her, and his tall body hung above her. When he fell into the soft mattress and the rebound stopped, everything around him seemed to be still.

Air, breath, blood.

Only the man's dark eyes kept getting closer, so focused, so...dangerous.

Mu Xing subconsciously held his breath, and his earlobe was suddenly pinched by cool thin lips.

But every word of the man fell into her ears like hot lava, "Baby, feel it well. After you feel it, remember to tell me how strong your man is."

The slightly warm breath he exhaled made Mu Xing's ears feel hot. As soon as he turned his head, thin kisses fell like raindrops, quickly going down the line of his neck.

With a slightly rough palm, he grabbed her hand and pressed it on the bed, slowly inserting it between her fingers.

The man's hands are very long and beautiful, with cold white skin, clear joints, slender fingers, and even the fingernails are too beautiful to behold.

When he held her, the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

His grip was hard but not painful. Mu Xing clearly felt the power coming from his hand.

The fingers are intertwined and inseparable.

It was as if they were stuck together at this moment.

The collar was pulled open by the teeth, and the hot breath hit the skin on her chest, like volcanic lava, which made her heart tremble.

"Uncle, I feel uncomfortable..."

Mu Xing's small one was obediently under the man. His soft body was trembling slightly, and his soft tone was like quicksand, pulling the man's iron bones inward.

Fu Lingxiao originally just wanted to scare the little thing so that she would not do something as outrageous as hugging him again in the future, but he forgot how tempting this little thing was to him.

Unable to control myself, restless and agitated.

Being stuck in the mud is simply not enough to describe how I feel at this moment.

It was more like he was falling into the abyss, and the wind roared crazily in his ears: Don't bear it anymore! Now! immediately! Want her!

Looking from his angle, the little girl beneath him had snow-skinned red lips, raven hair like ink, and scattered eyes.

The only trace of reason left asked in my heart: Is it really possible?

Uncontrolled emotions tore at him, his body was too tense, and the wound on his abdomen suddenly opened. Blood seeped out of the gauze bandage and kept dripping down.

Feeling the hot liquid dripping on her body, Mu Xing's wandering thoughts suddenly came back. The air was already filled with the strong smell of blood. She frowned and said, "Uncle, you are bleeding!"

The little girl's worried exclamation made Fu Lingxiao regain his collapsed sanity instantly. He controlled the restlessness in his body, but his voice was hoarse when he spoke, "It's okay, it's just that the wound is open."

Mu Xing struggled and said: "Little uncle, let me go quickly and let me see!"

The next second, his hand was released, and he suddenly felt a weight on his body.

She looked sideways and saw the man covering her body, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his eyes closed with thick eyelashes.

"Uncle?" Mu Xing called him softly, thinking he had fainted.

"I don't want to let you go, baby, just let me hold you for a while."

The man's voice was lazy and low, and Mu Xing could hear a little fatigue. She raised her hand and stroked his cheek, "Little uncle, be good, take care of the wound first. Once it's taken care of, you can hold him as much as you want."

Fu Lingxiao moved, his handsome face rubbed the skin of Mu Xing's neck twice, and he greedily smelled the light milk fragrance on her body.

He couldn't let her go now. Only in this way could he relieve the torture of being restless, hungry and thirsty.

The blood was still pouring out, soaking Mu Xing's clothes, making it hot and sticky.

But the man didn't care at all and just held her motionless.

Mu Xing didn't dare to let him go anymore, so he quietly took out the silver needle, and just as he was about to pierce the back of the man's neck, he heard his voice say lazily: "Baby, are you trying to knock me out so that you can do whatever you want?"

Mu Xing paused with his fingers, obviously not expecting that the man could still notice it even when he was extremely weak.

Fu Lingxiao raised his eyes to look at the stunned little girl, and said with a hint of smile, "No need to bother, I'll lie down by myself, baby, you can do whatever you want."

After that, he let go of her and turned over to lie down, still unwilling to let the little thing worry too much about him.

Seeing that the man was finally willing to cooperate, Mu Xing immediately put away the silver needle, lifted up the man's shirt, tapped both sides of the wound on his abdomen to stop the bleeding, and then ran to get the medical kit to help him treat the wound.

After taking off the bandage and gauze, you can see that the suture line of the wound collapsed, and the skin and flesh were torn apart and bloody.

She wouldn't feel anything like this kind of injury on Mu Xing, but on her uncle, she felt it was more painful than her own injury.