NovelEnglishYoung and Beautiful Wife: Sir, Be Patient
Chapter 380 - 380: His Heart AchedChapter 380: His Heart Ached
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Does it hurt?”
Mu Anan’s lips moved, but she could not say anything.
The Seventh Master did not say anything and just stared at Mu Anan’s tattoo.
The first number was very complicated and small. It was impossible to tell what the patterns around the number “5” were.
According to the tattoo, Mu Anan had gotten it when she was very young.
Her skin was soft and tender.
Moreover, it was at the spine. This knife was extremely painful.
Seventh Master could already imagine how this girl cried at that time.
Even though the little girl had grown up, seeing such a tattoo still made Zong Zhengyu’s heartache.
His heart ached.
“When did you get this tattoo?” Zong Zhengyu spoke, but his voice was very hoarse.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThere was a sense of suppression.
Mu Anan’s heart was still beating wildly, especially when the Seventh Master’s fingers were still on her back. That kind of electric current made Mu Anan feel numb and nervous.
After a few seconds, Mu Anan managed to suppress her emotions.
She tried her best to speak in a relaxed tone. “1 forgot. It’s very small. It doesn’t hurt at all. I forgot about it. Look.”
As she spoke, Mu Anan turned around and gave Zong Zhengyu a sweet smile.
It hurt actually.
Mu Anan had forgotten when she got the tattoo.
However, she could not forget the way she cried when she got the tattoo.
At that time, her mother had been comforting her.
“Seventh Master, help me take a photo. I want to see what kind of secret Mom is hiding inside.” Mu Anan said.
Mu Anan urged him again. “Seventh Master?”
Zong Zhengyu took Mu Anan’s phone and unlocked it in front of her face. Then, he turned on the camera and took a picture of the tattoo.
“Give it to me.”
Mu Anan quickly reached out her hand when she heard the cracking sound.
Zong Zheng Yu didn’t give her the phone but put it aside.
Mu Anan was baffled. Just as she was about to reach out to take it…
“Don’t move.”
A very cold and hoarse voice sounded. Mu Anan immediately retracted her outstretched hand.
In the next second, she felt Seventh Master’s aura approaching her. At the same time, a sports jacket appeared on her body.
She had just taken it off.
“What’s wrong?” Seeing that Mu Anan did not speak, Zong Zhengyu asked again.
Mu Anan blurted out, “I-I’m just thirsty. I want to drink water.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Zong Zhengyu had already placed the cup in his hand and walked towards the other machine.
He picked up another glass and poured Mu Anan a glass of water.
Zong Zhengyu walked to Mu Anan’s side. As soon as he gave her the water, Mu Anan quickly took it, raised her head, and downed it in one gulp.
“Slow down.” Zong Zhengyu frowned when he saw Mu Anan gulping.
Because she was too anxious, the warm water flowed down from the corner of her lips.
Zong Zhengyu took a tissue and wiped it off for Mu Anan. Then, he took away the cup that she had almost finished.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Why are you in such a hurry to drink?”
“Calm down.” Mu Anan blurted out.
Seventh Master stopped wiping Mu Anan’s mouth. He frowned and glanced at her.
Mu Anan hurriedly explained, “I’m thirsty. I’m dying of thirst. Don’t you think the temperature in the room is a little high? The weather has gotten hotter these past two days.”
The temperature in Jianglan City was indeed very high these two days. It had almost exceeded 30° C, and it was so hot that it could kill people.
“I want to wear short-sleeved shirts.” Mu Anan mumbled.
Zong Zhengyu put her cup aside and helped her adjust her sportswear. “You’re not allowed to wear it.”
In a very domineering tone, there was no room for negotiation. “Go to the Hillside Yard in the forest and get the servants to collect your clothes.”
“I want to keep it myself.”
“You want to wear short-sleeved shirts.”
Seventh Master had mercilessly exposed Mu Anan.
The weather in Jianglan City was ever-changing, unlike the four distinct seasons in Liuli City.
In Jianglan City, there were only hot and cold days and typhoon days.
Mu Anan puffed up her cheeks and was a little unhappy. “But it’ll be hot. I just want to wear short sleeves. In the past, I could wear a small dress this month.”
Mu Anan mumbled and looked at her leg in a cast. “I don’t know when 1’11 recover.”
When the seventh master heard this, the corners of his mouth immediately curled into a gentle smile.
He reached out and rubbed Mu Anan’s head..
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