When I got to the room, I turned on the light and helped him sit back on the only sofa chair.
Only then did he get closer to check on his injuries.
The injury on the forehead should be serious. It looks like something was shot from it. It is very deep, with a pit going down...
Looking at the pale and livid cold face, she felt helpless, so she brought some warm water and a towel... to help him slowly wipe away the blood on his forehead. Oh my god, what came into view was a nail-like fly.
It seemed like she had to help him pull it out. Thinking about it, she consciously stepped forward and touched the nail on his forehead that was nodding.
This movement made the man feel pain. A low groan of pain also rose up. His slightly frowned brows became even tighter. She was so frightened that she quickly retracted her hand.
Ling'er still understood basic care and touched it again with trembling hands. As soon as he touched it, his wrist was embedded in an iron pliers.
"You," he lowered his head consciously, and what he saw was the man's lunar eyes.
The force on her wrist caused the tweezers in her hand to fall to the ground. Beads of sweat instantly covered her forehead.
"Looking for death," the man's emotionless voice almost spilled out from between his teeth. The pain in his wrist made Ling'er cry out in a low voice.
"I, I just want to help you take out the nail on your forehead. I, let go of my hand..."
She was panicked and frightened, but she still begged him in pain and desperately pulled her hand outwards.
"Better leave me alone. Go and get me a mirror."
The pleading in her eyes, the tearful and pitiful expression. The man's breath relaxed a little. His brows were still furrowed, and he warned her. He let go of her hand and said without expression.
"Oh, here."
Although she was frightened, she still obeyed and quickly went into the room to find a mirror and handed it to her. Unknown to her, her voice was trembling and her hands were shaking slightly.
"It's none of your business. Let's go!"
The man took the mirror and said lightly. He picked up the mirror and looked at the injury on his forehead. He felt that she was still there. He raised his eyes and spoke in a low voice.
His expression was cold, resentful and ferocious. Ling'er turned around and walked to the room boredly. After working overtime for a few days, she was really sleepy, but she sat by the bed honestly, not daring to make any sound.
Only a muffled low cry was heard. "Hoo." After that, the small living room became quiet. I don't know how long it took, but tiredness came to her eyes. She staggered to one side and then thought of the man in the living room, so she went over to look at him uneasily.
He lay leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed. Except for the fact that his chest was rising and falling weakly, she really thought he was dead.
There was a small nail placed on the table next to him, and the blood stains had been wiped clean. The wound on his forehead had also been treated.
Seeing that he was sleeping, there was still air conditioning in the living room. Although she didn't want to care about him, she kindly went in and got a small blanket.
As soon as he put the blanket on his shoulders, before he turned around, a strong arm came over, and she was pressed under him in an instant, and a warm lip was printed on her lips...
The man's kiss was eager and rough. Not only did he pout her lips, but he also bit her lips evilly. She opened her mouth in pain, and let his tongue go straight in, attacking the city...
Na had had such an experience before. When she realized that she was being violated, she started to struggle without even thinking about it.
"Don't move, I'm just breathing in your breath. Unless I'm injured, someone like you won't catch my eye."
The man was obviously displeased with her struggle. He put his big hand on her neck.
Faced with this situation, she was too frightened to move.
"Close your eyes."
Thin lips followed, and her tearful eyes were displeased with her grievance. She resigned herself to her fate and closed her eyes, her body tightened, and she almost didn't dare to breathe out.
The hand that was pushing him was tightly knitted, and the palms of her hands were moist. She could even feel the sound of her teeth chattering up and down.
Because, except for the warmth on his lips, the man on his body is as cold as a dead person...
If it weren't for his obviously weird breath spraying on her face, she would have thought that she had experienced a corpse transformation. The air around her began to become thinner...
The feeling of suffocation hit her heart, and her survival instinct made her struggle again.
This time the man did not embarrass her, but let her go. He leaned on the sofa, breathing loosely, and slowly closed his eyes without looking at her...
When he let go, Ling'er quickly turned over and tidied up her clothes. Then she looked at the man in front of her. He looked much better. It seemed that his body was much better after the kiss.
"Walk,"
Just as he was wondering, a Ruoyouruowu voice came.
If there weren't only two people in the room, Ling'er would really think that ghosts were talking.
"But you, are you really okay?"
Even she didn't understand why she didn't go away. Instead, she folded her arms and asked him.
The man didn't make a sound when she asked her question, but his brows furrowed again in displeasure.
Feeling bored, she didn't know what to do if she just left. She stood there.
"Go away, don't let me say it again."
His sharp eyes opened, looked at her coldly, then closed them again.
"Just leave, so fierce, really,"
Not only did he not look down upon her after saving her, but he also treated her like this. As Shanshan said, she turned around and walked towards the room.
"Jing Jing, if you don't want me to throw you down, please tell me something."
She just whispered in a low voice, but he still heard it. Exit warning.
Reluctantly, I turned around and saw him sleeping there, his expression unchanged.
Not even daring to complain, Ling'er could only turn around and go into the room. She locked the door and tried not to make any noise.
Lying back on the bed. After working overtime for several consecutive days, plus the torment and fright tonight. Not long after lying down, Ling'er slowly fell asleep...
She returned to the room for a moment, and the man who was lying on the sofa and seemed to be asleep suddenly opened his sharp and cold eyes.
He stood up slowly, but for a moment a black shadow enveloped him. The black mist dissipated, and there was a black python with a thick mouth on the sofa.
He just curled up there, even spitting out a long blood-red letter as if he was enjoying it. There was a small black hole on the python's forehead. There was a little blood next to it...
At dawn, the piercing alarm bell rang. Ling'er hurriedly got up. She immediately thought of the man last night.
Look at the sofa. The blanket is there. No one is there, and I haven't even gone to the bathroom. You can see through the small apartment at a glance, and even looked at the balcony, but there is still no trace.
It was strange, could it disappear out of thin air? When I got to the door, I found that the door was locked. The windows in the room were also closed, and a big living person just disappeared here.
Seeing the time gradually passing by, and looking at the watch that was almost pointing to eight o'clock, Ling'er quickly took her small bag and hurried to work...