Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Ji Nuan was brought out of the bar. It was already late at night, and more than ten police cars were surrounding the bar. Even though she was unconscious, she was not at ease. When she

heard the sirens of the police cars, she silently furrowed her brows in his embrace.

Half an hour later, at the hospital.

A group of helpless doctors exchanged glances before turning to the woman curled up tightly on the bed; her head was still stained with blood as she trembled heavily.

The man who had brought her in was currently outside speaking with the police, who had escorted them to the hospital.

This Miss Ji had already been here for more than ten minutes now. They had been instructed to clean her wounds and check if she had any other injuries or difficulties. However, she had refused anyone from touching her.

No matter if it was a doctor or a nurse or a man or a woman, no one could approach her.

Even when a harmless and caring nurse brought her a cup of water hoping to calm her down, the cup was slapped away onto the ground.

They could see her emotions were extremely unstable; she must have suffered from a terrible fright. Her eyes were unfocused, but her trembling body made it clear to them that she was not in a good state.

“Miss R.” The doctor looked at her file and checked for her name. He tried his best to comfort her. ‘You’re safe right now. This is the hospital. We need to check your wounds. The blood on your forehead is already scabbing. If we don’t clean it soon, it might become infected. Please cooperate with us…”

Ji Nuan appeared not to have heard them. Just as the doctor approached, she abruptly bent her legs and hugged her knees close to herself. She then buried her head down and refused to move.

The doctor was about to take the opportunity to tug her over when Ji Nuan suddenly raised her head. Her reddened eyes watched them warily, as though if they dared to touch her, she would bite off their wrists.

Like a little creature that was injured, carefully licking her own wounds and refusing anyone’s approach.

The doctors were helpless. Don’t mention a check-up, right now, no one was able to even touch her.

Although her outerwear was slightly torn apart, the clothes she wore underneath were intact. Her pants and her intimate areas were also untouched. She did not experience any irreversible harm. However, from Ji Nuan’s condition, it was clear that her fright was not that simple.

In her heart, an enormous black hole had been forcefully ripped open. Inside of it, there were countless wounds she was terrified of revealing but was unable to continue concealing.

When Mo Jingshen finished speaking to the police and returned to the room—the moment he pushed open the door—he saw a pale, frightened

Ji Nuan curled up on the bed being surrounded by several doctors and nurses.