Septuplet And Their Super Daddy

Chapter 35 Damned God

"Ouch..."

The sound of pain came from the bathroom and clearly fell into Catherine's ears.

Shocked, she hurriedly opened the bedroom door and rushed to the bathroom with hurry footsteps.

When she came to the bedroom, she saw Michael crawling on the ground. Seeing this, she couldn't help but let out a giggle.

Hearing this, Michael turned his head and looked at the woman who was standing behind him, covering her mouth and laughing at him.

Two lines of nosebleeds flowed out of his nostrils.

'What the f*ck!'

'It's so embarrassing.'

'Today, I'm so ashamed of myself.'

Michael wanted to die now. 'This damn jerk! What on earth am I doing!'

"Are you okay? Can you still stand up? Do you want to stop the bleeding and wash up first?"

Catherine's voice came behind. There was still concern in her tone, which showed that this woman still cared about him.

"There's no need. It's just a little nosebleed. It's not that big of a deal."

Michael lay prone on the floor, waved his hand at the woman behind him, and said.

"I'll go and get you some styptic cotton."

Catherine opened her mouth and said. In the end, she turned around and went back to the bedroom to get the styptic cotton.

Michael struggled to stand up from the ground and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror.

Sigh.

"He really has a bad look on his face."

The handsomeness of the past had long disappeared, and there was only endless resentment in his eyes.

Soon, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the outside. Catherine came over with a small medicine box.

Looking at the Catherine's skillful and agile movements, Michael originally wanted to ask himself to come over, but her actions were done in one smooth motion. She opened the small medicine chest and quickly took out the blood styptic cotton, and then reached towards his face.

Seeing this, Michael sighed in his heart.

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'Forget it. If it's gone, then it's gone.'

Closing his eyes, Michael was ready to accept the woman's help.

"Why are you closing your eyes? Take the styptic cotton?" A clear and pleasant voice came, with a trace of doubt.

Michael opened his eyes at once and looked at the woman in front of him in shock and confusion. He asked, "Aren't you going to help me?"

"Humph, who wants to help you? Stuff yourself!"

Catherine snorted and quickly closed the small medicine box. Then she carried the box and quickly walked out of the bathroom, leaving Michael, who was holding two pieces of styptic cotton in his hands, standing there in a daze for a while.

'What the f*ck!'

'She was ruthless!'

Michael pursed his lips in dissatisfaction. In the end, he stuffed the clothes into his nose and began to wash up.

However, the effect of the styptic cotton was really too strong.

He couldn't even breathe, so he could only open his mouth for air.

Looking at himself opening and closing his mouth in the mirror, Michael had a bitter look on his face.

'Damn it, my god!'

After a few minutes, Michael cleaned himself all up and down, putting on Catherine's clothes.

"Well... it actually suits me very well."

Michael lowered his head and looked at his clothes. The expression on his face was very strange, and he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

'Damn it, my god!'

In his heart, he had drawn countless circles of curses to Heaven.

As soon as he opened the door, Michael walked out.

However, Michael, who had just come out, was stunned again.

Because Catherine was standing in the living room, waiting for him. She was still hesitating. Michael looked at her and couldn't help frowning slightly.

It seemed that he was going to make trouble again.

"Are you going to sleep here today?" Biting her red lips with her teeth, Catherine's voice was so weak that it could barely be heard.

Hearing this, Michael was stunned. Without even thinking about it, he blurted out, "Of course. Otherwise, where would I sleep?"