The rushing water washed over his shoulders.
Miao Mu stood bare-chested before the mirror, using tweezers to pry open the wound and pull the bullet out.
Bright red blood seeped from the wound and was washed away by the water. Brucie stood beside him, watching his brutally rough method, and held herself back several times before stopping herself from intervening.
"Can't you... be a little gentler with yourself?"
Brucie finally could not hold it in any longer.
She watched Miao Mu take two swigs from a flask, wipe the wound with gauze, and call that treatment?
"Gentler? No need. I'm tougher than you think. If you want to comfort me, get your chest ready."
Miao Mu took another drink from the flask and grinned.
Brucie shook her head helplessly and turned to leave, the handcuffs on her wrist tugging Miao Mu along with her.
"I'm really busy." Brucie sounded exhausted. "I might not have time to stay with you. I hope you can stay here..."
Before Brucie could finish, Miao Mu wrapped an arm around her waist, kissed her forcefully, grabbed her Batman uniform, and tore it apart with a sharp rip, revealing the snowy-white skin beneath.
"Even if the world ends, it won't happen that quickly. Your emotional state is seriously abnormal. You need professional treatment. Trust the doctor."
Miao Mu gave Brucie no chance to argue or struggle. He carried her toward the bedroom, then slammed the door shut.
Mrs. Alfred had just reheated what might have been breakfast or dinner when she watched the man and woman disappear.
A kind smile appeared on her face. Although Mr. Miao was somewhat wild and did not look much like a refined gentleman,
he would surely make a good husband. She could already imagine the joyful laughter of children filling