The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

He first wiped off the blood from the wound, disinfected it, and then applied the medicine. He tried to be as light as possible when wrapping the gauze, but the pain still made his waist tremble slightly, and a layer of sweat appeared on his white skin. He raised his head, his face tensed in discomfort, his complexion became colder and paler under the light, and his cheeks and neck were covered with a thin layer of sweat.

But no matter how painful it was, she kept biting her lip and didn't say a word.

Mo Ting only glanced at her hastily, quickened his movements, and threw a pile of bloody gauze at his feet.

He suppressed his breath and tried his best not to show the coldness in his heart on his face.

"Want me to vent your anger on you?"

Chu Yao looked at him, just looked at him, after being stunned by the pain, his mind withdrew a little bit, his eyes were covered with light tears, he looked very weak and pitiful.

She didn't respond to his words, but raised the fruit knife.

"Where did you come from?" Mo Ting's face changed slightly.

Chu Yao raised his chin towards the bedside table, and there was a fruit plate there.

Mo Tingshen doesn't come here very often, every day a part-time worker comes over to exchange fresh fruits, there are some in the living room, and there are also here. In fact, he rarely eats in the room, and occasionally puts a few lemons for incense, and the fruit knife is just for display. look.

Chu Yao nodded, then nodded again, "Think."

"How deep is it?"

Mo Ting's eyes tightened deeply, and he stared at her face without any bias, "You must know?"

Chu Yao dodged for a while and refused.

"Little waist, knives are not fun, give them to me."

"Shh."

But he still couldn't prevent it, Chu Yao didn't want to hurt him, but himself.

Mo Ting immediately thought of the scene she saw in the surveillance, she grabbed the dagger and plunged it into Mo Li's heart.

Chu Yao took a knife and gestured outside Mo Tingshen's heart, "Brother, tell me, how much did the knife go in at that time? How much did it have to go in to pierce the heart thoroughly?"

Mo Ting reached out to her deeply.

Mo Tingshen should not only pay attention to her emotions, but also guard against the knife in her hand at all times.

Mo Ting raised his head deeply and saw Chu Yao crying.

"Small waist!"

"Small waist..."

Fingers ran along the back of the knife, from the handle to the tip, then turned the knife over, and from the original position to the tip, she supported it with her fingertips, without hurting herself, her lowered eyes seemed to have something think.

But now that the knife was in Chu Yao's hand, he knew he was panicking.

She directly took the knife and stabbed herself in the heart.

"Small waist..."

Suddenly he inexplicably said: "It's a little longer than that one."

At this time, two hot drops fell on the back of the hand.

Mo Ting clasped her hand deeply, not letting her mess around anymore, and wanted to grab the knife, but just as his hand passed by, Chu Yao didn't hide, but the strength of holding the knife handle suddenly tightened.

Her eyes were red, and tears rolled down in strings, along her paper-white cheeks, dripped to the side of her cheeks and merged into one drop, and fell down again when she couldn't hang on, hitting the back of his hand one drop after another.

Chu Yao automatically blocked his voice, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into a nightmare.

"it is good."

Mo Ting took a deep breath, took her hand, turned the tip of the knife in a direction, and suddenly aimed at his heart and inserted it.

An unused fruit knife with a sharp tip pierced the flesh through a thin piece of clothing, and pierced half an inch in.

The man snorted, but he didn't hold on, his body was short, and he hurriedly supported the edge of the bed with his hands, as if the strength in his hands had been removed, his elbows suddenly tensed, and he almost pressed on her like that.

Mo Tingshen hastily switched to his left hand for support, but he didn't want the left side to use force, involving the wound in his heart, and suddenly felt a sharp pain.