Reborn into Young Master Huo’s Little Fairy

Looking at the man's gloomy and terrifying face, Jiang Mitong shrank back.

The man's aura was too strong, especially when he was angry, there was a sense of shock and oppression that was overwhelmed by dark clouds.

Jiang Mi broke free from the man, she lowered her eyes and did not dare to look into his eyes.

"Go get someone to bandage-"

Before he could finish speaking, the man grabbed her wrist, and he pulled her to him.

"You bandage me."

"I do not know."

Zhou Heng's eyes were sharp, "Jiang Mi, you used to know everything, and dealing with wounds is a piece of cake for you!"

Zhou Heng asked the housekeeper to bring the medicine box in.

Jiang Mi looked at the man who didn't bandage him, he stood still, letting the blood on his head continue to flow down, she bit her lower lip and said, "Sit down, I'll try to bandage you."

Zhou Heng sat on the chair.

Jiang Mi looked at the wound on his head. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and no stitches were needed.

She originally thought that she would not be able to deal with the wound, but when it comes to dealing with it properly, she is very clear about every step.

As if she used to do this often.

In fact, in her heart now, she has accepted the fact that she is Jiang Mi.

But there are still many doubts unsolved.

After dressing Zhou Heng's wound, Jiang Mi said softly, "It's done, King Bei, I hope you'd better not come to me again until I don't remember the past."

"I don't know when I'll lose control of my emotions, and I don't know if I'll do something to hurt you next time—"

Zhou Heng's tall body stood up, and he approached Jiang Mi step by step.

Jiang Mi kept retreating until she fell onto the bed.

She consciously wanted to stand up, but the man's tall body directly covered her, tying her between her chest and the soft couch.

Jiang Mi's long eyelashes trembled violently.

"King Bei, what are you going to do?"

Zhou Heng's arrogant face moved closer to Jiang Mi, and the tip of their noses almost touched each other.

His eyes were deep, and he attracted her like a magnet, "I didn't tell you last time that when you come back, I won't be a monk again."

Jiang Mi suddenly widened his eyes.

"Your head is still hurt—"

Zhou Heng let out a cold smile from his throat, "You also said that it was a head injury, not something else."

No longer speaking to Jiang Mi, he directly lowered his head and covered her lips.

...

During the whole process, Jiang Mi's mind was dizzy.

She doesn't seem to have much resistance to this strong and domineering man.

Being with him seemed like a natural thing to do.

The familiar and unfamiliar feeling made her feel anxious and uneasy.

Why does she still have such a voice in her head when she had the closest relationship with him?

Why did that voice say that he was the enemy of her **** feud and wanted her to kill him?

"Jiang Mi, I will find a psychiatrist here, you stay here, the mystery will be solved eventually."

Zhou Heng got up from the bed, he buttoned his shirt, and patted Jiang Mi's cheek, "I'll spare you today, rest well, don't try to escape, unless I let you go, you won't be able to escape! "

Zhou Heng left soon.

Jiang Mi rested on the head of the bed, and the whole person hadn't recovered from the muddle.

Not long after, the servant came over with a bowl of medicine.

"Miss Jiang, this is Bizi soup. The King of the North asked me to bring it to you."

Jiang Mi looked at the Bizi soup in the hand of the servant, and without any hesitation, took it and drank it all in one gulp.