Gu Jiao was looking at him with great interest, her gaze lingering on him as if evaluating his worth.
Which hand has touched my little brother?
This one?
Gu Jiao looked at his right hand.
Don’t worry, this arm she just sutured, It won’t be detached!
Gu Jiao then suspiciously looked at his left hand.
Tang Ming’s heart skipped a beat!
To allow him to sleep peacefully, incense was burning in the room; the lamp had been put out. However, the moonlight that resembled water seeped through the window bars, reaching all the way to his bedside.
Across from him, against the light, there was a strange glimmer in her jet-black pupils.
Tang Ming felt as if he was encountering a ghost.
After all, the Marshal Residence was heavily guarded, where no assassins could sneak in unnoticed, and even if they managed to do so, the shadow-guard left by his uncle was stationed outside the door.
They couldn’t have been dealt with as well, could they?
Have I really seen a ghost?
Or am I just dreaming?
Isn’t it said that one cannot feel pain in their sleep?
But he was in agony!
The place where he was wounded by Gu Changqing’s sword hurts, and where his arm was attached hurts even more; it feels like salt was sprinkled on it, a burning pain that made him break out in cold sweat.
Little did Tang Ming know that everything was just beginning.
Gu Jiao reached into her bosom, pulled out a glove, and gave it a flick. Tang Ming quivered reflexively, an inexplicable chill crept up on him.
The mask shielded most of Gu Jiao’s face. Tang Ming could still see her delicate jawline, along with her slightly curled lips.
Tang Ming wasn’t sure if this figure was a man or a woman, but the laughter made his scalp feel prickly.
What are you up to!
Gu Jiao wickedly curled her lips, put on her gloves, and gently tapped his left hand.
The icy temperature of her fingertip was transferred to Tang Ming’s skin through the glove, causing Tang Ming to shiver.
The next second, Tang Ming felt the seemingly tender finger suddenly increase his force. With a crack, his wrist was broken!
Under the effect of the drug, it felt like Tang Ming had been brutally cut by a knife. He opened his mouth to scream, but could only do so within his mind.
Gu Jiao’s fingertip trailed up his fractured wrist, her actions gentle, her eyes savoring the experience as if oblivious to the crunching splintering under her fingertips.
Tang Ming was in so much pain that he nearly passed out!
What kind of sick person! She actually broke his arm inch by inch!
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