Xiyan got up and was about to leave, but Ye Mohan suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her back.

His strength was a little too strong, and Xiyan was caught off guard and staggered on him.

The two were very close, and Ye Mohan smelled the fragrance of her daughter, with a faint herbal fragrance, which was particularly clear and pleasant.

He looked like he was bewitched and wanted to kiss her. Xi Yan was shocked and quickly turned his head to avoid it.

His lips rubbed against her cheeks, and Xiyan suddenly jumped away as if she was stung by something.

Ye Mohan's eyes sink.

There was some displeasure in his expression. He was about to have an attack, but he accidentally saw a few red finger marks on her neck.

That was pinched out just now when Xiao Yixuan was angry, and there was also on his left wrist, and it seemed to be more serious, and some bruises could be seen vaguely.

Her skin was pale, and the scars were slightly obvious. It looked abrupt and dazzling, making people feel pity.

Ye Mohan's face suddenly turned cold, and the air pressure around him was so low that it was almost breathless.

"come over."

He threw out two words coldly, pointed to his legs, and signaled her to go over and sit down.

Xiyan stood still, for fear that he would be more beastly and would take advantage of her in broad daylight.

"Come here." His voice became more and more low, and there was a sense of indescribable domineering aura. "Don't let me say it for the third time."

Xiyan gritted her teeth, wishing she could swing her fist to smash his handsome face, and she would beg him for crying and calling her parents, kneeling down and begging for mercy.

This thought flashed through her mind, but it lasted less than a second. His Royal Highness of the Ghost King swept over her cold eyes and she immediately became timid.

Damn it, it's just a kiss. At worst, it's just a dog bite. She can bend and stretch, but she doesn't have the same knowledge as him.

Ye Mohan reached out and grabbed her claws.

Xiyan scolded the bastard in her heart, but the next moment, she suddenly couldn't speak.

Ye Mohan took out a box of ointment-shaped objects from the hidden lattice of the wheelchair armrest and applied them to the blue and purple fingerprints that were pinched out on her wrist.

The cool feeling dispelled the slight pain, and for a moment, she forgot the reaction she should have.

"Are you a dead person? You don't know how to fight back when you are injured like this."

He deliberately poked her wound hard, looking at her grinning, and scolded her bloodily without hesitation.

Xiyan felt extremely wronged. She wanted to fight back. It was His Highness, Ghost King, that was the one who suddenly appeared and scared people. So Xiao Yixuan, okay?

Ye Mohan picked some transparent plasters, rubbed them between her neck, and threw the whole box of ointments to her: "Three times a day, just use them for two days."

Xiyan was a little curious about which nerve he had wrong. She suddenly cared about her so much, but before she could ask her questions, he had already turned around and left in the wheelchair.

She stroked the place on her face where his lips were rubbed, feeling a little lost.

Seeing the King of Ghosts leave, Xier hurriedly ran in from outside. Seeing her covering her face, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, and a bad premonition came to her heart: "Miss, what's wrong with your face? Did the King of Ghosts hit you? Let me show you."

"He beat me up, so I will give up so that I won't think too much." Xiyan shook her head helplessly, looked down at the delicate little medicine box in her hand, and suddenly felt upset, "What is this man's idea?"
Chapter completed!