He is a sickly Cinderella

Chapter 106 [106] He passed away

After completely getting rid of Lu Xiu, the SUV finally stopped in front of a villa.

An Yeran pulled Shen Mo over, lifted up his clothes, frowned, and his eyes flashed with worry, "How is your back?"

The boy grabbed her wrist and smiled gently, "Don't worry about him for now, let's go in and talk."

At this time, it was almost five o'clock, and in about two hours, it would be dawn.

An Yeran jumped out of the car and reached out to support Shen Mo. He was taller, so An Yeran had to look up to see his face.

After helping the person back into the house, An Yeran's nervous heart finally relaxed a little.

She looked Shen Mo up and down, with confusion in her eyes.

The boy looked better than before, probably because he had completely gotten rid of his youthfulness. Wearing a suit, he looked like an upper-class aristocrat.

"Master, the medicine is here." A subordinate came with a medicine box in his hand and placed it in front of the two men.

Shen Mo nodded slightly, "Go down."

After everyone left, only An Yeran and Shen Mo were left in the room.

The boy stood up and slowly took off his coat. An Yeran was stunned for two seconds and was about to walk out, but was stopped by the boy. "Where are you going?"

The voice is low and has an alluring magnetism.

An Yeran turned around, blinked and said, "Don't look at me if it's inappropriate. Don't you want to change your clothes?"

Shen Mo's lips curled slightly, and a smile flashed in his dark eyes, "No, it's the medicine."

He pulled the girl back and helped her put her hair behind her ears. Then he shook the ointment in his other hand and said, "You should be responsible for the injury I just caused you."

An Yeran took the bottle of ointment and pursed his lips, "Okay."

The inner clothes were slowly opened. The boy was a typical person who looked thin when dressed but had muscles when undressed. The muscles on his fair back were tight and he looked quite strong.

"Your figure..." An Yeran was a little jealous, "Why is it better than mine?"

The boy smiled and said, "Because I never eat junk food."

An Yeran: "..."

oh.

The contrast between white and red was very sharp. Blood flowed down the smooth back, and much of it seeped into the clothes.

Some broken glass is still embedded in the meat and needs to be picked out.

An Yeran picked up a pair of tweezers from the medicine box, bent down, and carefully cleaned the boy's wound.

She was always talkative, especially in front of acquaintances. She teased, "Xiao Mo, I haven't seen you for three years. How come you have become a 'young master'?"

It was clearly a joke, but after he said it, An Yeran suddenly felt the boy's stiff movements.

Shen Mo didn't answer her.

An inexplicable atmosphere of silence surrounded the two of them.

She paused, slowly raised her head, blinked, and stammered, "What, what happened?"

The young man turned his head, his handsome face expressionless, but his ink-black eyes were filled with deep sadness.

Shen Mo suddenly reached out and hugged her, his lips pressed against her neck. An Yeran subconsciously wanted to push him away, but the boy was hugging her so tightly that she didn't dare to use too much force for fear of hurting him. When she was about to ask him to let go, the boy finally spoke, his voice hoarse, like a dried-up lake.