Mu Qian watched Zhuang Xiaowan in her hysterical state, allowing her to bite into his skin until blood dripped, yet he did not push her away. His handsome face remained as cold as frost, without a single furrow of his brows.
Zhuang Xiaowan bit him fiercely, as if determined to tear off a large chunk of his flesh, satisfied only when she had drained his blood.
The doctors and nurses watching Madam Mu's behavior furrowed their brows, disapproval in their eyes. Wasn't Mu Qian her son? How could she bear to treat him this way?
Even if one's child was disobedient or misbehaved, they were still a part of oneself!
As a mother, how could she bear to do such a thing?
Only when her mouth was full of the taste of blood did Zhuang Xiaowan finally let go. Her gaze was chilling. "Get out, I don't need you here, get out, get out right now."
Mu Qian looked at his arm, which was continuously bleeding, the flesh around the wound gruesomely exposed.
"Mr. Mu, your arm must be treated."
