Chapter 3: Incredible man

Mu Xiaotong stared at the man with his back facing him without blinking.
Ling Yue's white-skinned face was clearly blushed, and the roots of the red ears... Mu Xiaotong stared at him closely as if he had discovered a new world.
People with autism will blush and be shy? !
This thought shocked Mu Xiaotong herself, and when she saw Ling Yue's dry blood, she felt even more inhuman.
She was actually bullying a person who had been ill since she was a child.
A little embarrassed, her lips were pursed, her eyes gazed around, and she said, "Well, wait a moment, when Song Ruchen comes over, I will let you out to treat the wound." Mu Xiaotong explained.
Song Ruchen?
As soon as Ling Yue heard the name, his eyelids half drooped, a flash of anger flashed under his eyes.
Thinking of Song Ruchen, Mu Xiaotong's eyes became a little dazed.
The Mu family cheated on her, she can accept it, but Song Ruchen is also cheating on her? They have been in love for six years, and she believed he would not be so cruel to her.
But when she came back to her senses, a pair of cold blue pupils fell under her eyes, and she was shocked for a while.
Ling Yue didn't know when he turned his head to face her, staring at her coldly.
The azure blue pupils, deep without any impurity, are not as beautiful as anything, but at this time they are revealing strands of chill. Mu Xiaotong couldn't help but tremble.
A bit of anger was hidden on Ling Yue's perfect face, which was always calm, and a bullying aura was hidden all over his body, which made Mu Xiaotong feel inexplicably awe.
Mu Xiaotong took a deep breath, stepped back half a step, and looked at him vigilantly. This man was not as simple as she thought, he was... dangerous.
Ling Yue's cold gaze swept her backward steps, and a layer of coolness appeared in the bottom of her eyes.
Mu Xiaotong became nervous all over by his stare. She didn't know what was going on with this man? He was fine the previous second, very quiet and nothing unusual.
But now why does he suddenly seem...angry?
Mu Xiaotong didn't know where she provoke him upset. She used a knife to scratch him before, and he was not so angry, did he?
But when she mentioned Song Ruchen, he was so angry.
This really made Mu Xiaotong couldn't understand what this man was thinking anyway. But at this time she was most concerned about when Song Ruchen would come over.
Suddenly she felt that even if she had a knife in her hand, she was not the opponent of the man in front of her.
He was only willing to let her threaten him because he didn't care, but now he was angry.
The moment Mu Xiaotong looked at Ling Yue's eyes became even more nervous when he thought of this. Is this man hiding too deep, or is it that people with autism are so moody?
Mu Xiaotong subconsciously wanted to stay away from Ling Yue, she strode back, but her right hand accidentally slammed into the cabinet on the side, and the sharp blade on her right hand swept across her right leg.
Suddenly, the white gauze dress on Mu Xiaotong's thigh slowly oozes bright red, and the blood stained on the snow-white wedding dress is particularly eye-catching.
Mu Xiaotong lowered her eyes, frowning with pain.
And when Ling Yue swept across the bright red on her white gauze, the cold blue pupil froze for a moment. When he saw that she was still holding the murder weapon tightly and the blood stains on the steel knife, his heart couldn't help but rise in anger.
"Ah!" Mu Xiaotong shouted suddenly.
Ling Yue’s speed was so fast that Mu Xiaotong didn’t react at all. Her right wrist was already tightly gripped by him. Ling Yue’s hand was very big, it completely wrapped her, and the palm of her hand was still on. With a touch of heat.
Mu Xiaotong tried to struggle, but his strength was amazing, and she couldn't defend him.
Ling Yue stared at her sharply, as if with some warning.
Mu Xiaotong was panicked and only felt at a loss. Before she could react, his hand suddenly increased. The pain caused her right hand to loosen and the steel knife fell to the ground.
Boom!
The crisp metal hits the ground.
Mu Xiaotong slowly recovered from the metal sound of the landing. Looking at the man close at hand in horror, who is he...?
Ling Yue's stern blue pupil became more profound, and Mu Xiaotong was staring at him as closely as he could not move. She saw his thin lips move slightly. Mu Xiaotong was shocked, what did he want to say?
At this moment, the room was knocked.
Mu Xiaotong turned her head to look towards the door in a daze, not knowing why. At this moment, she suddenly felt willing to rush out and be punished by the mob, and she didn't dare to stay here with this man for a second.
Ling Yue condensed his aura, bent down and quickly picked up the sharp knife on the ground to hold it in his hand, stood up straight again, stared at her weirdly for two seconds, turned around and walked towards the door without looking back.
Mu Xiaotong thought he would pick up a knife and stab her in revenge, but he didn't. She blankly watched the man leave at a leisurely pace, valiantly upright.