Chapter 22 Self-Harm

When Wei Shaoqin heard noise from downstairs, Su Mu had already slashed her wrists, blood flowing from her palms down her fingers, ultimately dripping drop by drop onto the shiny floor. She stood there watching as Wei Shaoqin approached step by step, neither fleeing nor fearing, with a hint of triumph twinkling in her eyes.

Standing in front of Su Mu, Wei Shaoqin took hold of her bleeding arm to examine it:

"Are you trying to force me?"

"Wei Shao can consider it self-defense on my part."

"If it's self-defense, why didn't you cut deeper? The bleeding might stop before I finish you, and you may not faint." After saying that, he let go of Su Mu's hand and immediately tore a piece off his white T-shirt, roughly wrapping it around her wrist despite her objections, watching as the white slowly soaked up the red.

Su Mu watched him remove his torn T-shirt and casually throw it onto the bloodstained floor: "Does Wei Shao have a fetish for female corpses?"