Chapter 2237

Baili Xia’s heart was filled with anxiety; Uncle and those black-clad assassins fought, yet he acted like it was nothing.

I don’t know if he’s badly injured, if his wounds have been bandaged?

Thinking about it, he probably wouldn’t have bandaged them. Apart from her, he absolutely doesn’t allow anyone to treat his wounds.

Even though Nangong Xu might be able to, he’s always busy and simply doesn’t have the time.

Baili Xia hastily said a word to Night Shadow, then immediately stepped into the hall, heading for the second floor.

Moving too quickly, she inadvertently pulled at her own wound.

Right now, Sihai Residence really is a heap of the wounded.

Luckily, Uncle’s people suppressed the news; now, it shouldn’t have reached the guests.

Otherwise, things over there would have been chaotic already.

Afraid of making herself unsteady and displeasing Uncle, Baili Xia calmed her breathing after reaching the second floor.

Once her breath evened out, she took a deep breath and continued toward Mu Xiaojiu’s room.

She arrived at Mu Xiaojiu’s door, which was ajar.

She knocked lightly twice on the door, but there was no response from inside.

From the bathroom, the sound of running water could be heard.

Baili Xia’s heart tightened, and she quickly pushed the door open.

On the floor lay Uncle’s previously worn black suit.

The suit dragged on the ground, stained with streaks of blood.

Only now did Baili Xia realize, because the clothes were black, she hadn’t noticed his bloodstains back in the medical room.

She walked to the bathroom door and knocked on it with her hand.

“Uncle, you’re hurt, how can you still be taking a bath?”

Uncle clearly heard her voice; the water stopped abruptly in the bathroom.

For a moment, there was the sound of footsteps shuffling inside, getting closer to the door.

The door opened, and Uncle’s tall figure appeared before her.

He was wearing a white bathrobe, tied with a belt around the waist.

Water droplets kept sliding down from his wet hair.

No matter where, Uncle always carries a strong aura that fascinates people.

Baili Xia gathered herself and looked at him, questioning, “Uncle, you’re hurt, why do you need to take a bath?”

“Don’t you know bathing can make your wounds infected?”

Uncle, how can you be so foolish? Baili Xia remembers this isn’t the first time she’s told him this.

Yet, he seems to care nothing at all about his own body.

Mu Xiaojiu’s lips curled slightly, leaning toward Baili Xia.

“The body’s dirty, can you stand it?”

Baili Xia immediately retreated two steps, maintaining distance from him.

“I’m talking to you, how can you be so careless with your own body, something will happen, you know?”

What’s the relation between his dirtiness and her ability to tolerate it?

At worst, she could wait till his wounds were bandaged, then help wipe his body clean.

Baili Xia’s face flushed slightly red; though wiping his body in recent days was somewhat awkward.

But as long as Uncle needs it, she would certainly do it again.

Mu Xiaojiu’s deep eyes darkened with a shade of gloom, approaching Baili Xia again.

“You almost died, didn’t you?”

Baili Xia hesitated slightly, Uncle’s words were so abrupt, she couldn’t keep up with his pace.

“Yes, but…weren’t we talking about your wounds?”

Mu Xiaojiu had already pressed against her body, Baili Xia wanted to retreat again.

He extended his long arm, wrapped it around her waist.

With a light pull, he drew her into his embrace.

“Compared to the danger you faced, what are these wounds?”

Baili Xia clearly felt the heat from his body spreading out.

Uncle, he was actually moved at this moment! Isn’t this the time to let her look at his wounds first?