Wen Xin couldn't hear her anymore, but she seemed to have telepathy. She seemed to be able to hear the voice in his heart. He was calling her, Xin'er, Xin'er, my Xin'er...
She leaned her whole body on top of him and called his name over and over again, "Mo Sijue, Mo Sijue, my Lord!"
His whole body was trembling. Was it panic, fear, or helpless jealousy?
Mo Sijue's fist hit his head again and again. He had never been so helpless and depressed as now.
There was no way, but he couldn't bear to let her suffer so much! He wished he could bear all this on her behalf!
Mo Sijue told himself that if she could get through this, he would definitely satisfy all her requests, even if it meant letting him go!
As long as she is still well...alive!
Only when you are alive can you have hope. When you are alive, you have hope!
"Hold me, Mo Sijue, hold me!" Wen Xin hugged his arm distressedly, and she opened her lips to kiss him. She knew that the sadness and tears radiating from this man were just for her! Because she was
Warm!
She didn't know how to comfort him, she could only use this method to prove that she was his!
Tomorrow...tomorrow...
Regardless of whether there is tomorrow or not, it should be over between them!
There was a deep reluctance in Wen Xin's heart. She and Mo Sijue went from acquaintance, to dislike, to scheming, to hatred. Was it because they had love that they hated each other, right?
Apart from this night, what else could she leave to him?
Her warm initiative gave Mo Sijue great encouragement and support. He needed her, always needed her, and now it was her even in his dreams.
How could he refuse such a stunning woman who haunted her?
The warm and jerky kiss fell on his lips and Adam's apple. It was such an unintentional move, but it instantly ignited all the passion in his body, instantly awakening his desire for her!
Mo Sijue's eyes were bloodshot. A dim yellow lamp was turned on by the bedside. The dim light shone on the intertwined body. He opened his eyes, and his deep blue eyes captured her deeply from head to toe.
Keep it in your heart.
"Xin'er, my Xin'er..." Mo Sijue was calling her name with all his heart. Sweat fell from their foreheads accompanied by pain. Mo Sijue suddenly shouted those three words, but she couldn't hear them.
arrive.
When she entered, it hurt, and so did he!
Perhaps their hearts were sad, and they felt the unprecedented pain while lingering with each other!
Mo Sijue seemed to be tireless and his warm spirit was particularly good. Even though he couldn't see anything in his big dark eyes, the vague gaze fell on his heart, like...
Teasing at the tip of his heart...
He pushed hard and thrust back and forth, and she was pushed to the top of the wave in the passion he gave her. Wave after wave, she was annihilated again and again! All night long, their bodies and minds were combined, and their sweat blended together. At dawn,
When the baby arrived, their bodies were still tightly intertwined, like conjoined twins, tightly integrated and inseparable.
"It's daybreak..." Wenxin moved her sore body. Mo Sijue was still lying on her, and the burning heat from his lower body was still buried in her warm vagina. Wenxin pushed him, although he couldn't see outside.
The sky was dark, but she had feelings.
Even if she can't see or hear, at least she can still breathe...
Mo Sijue reluctantly opened his eyes, and then looked at the simple and beautiful little face beneath him. A drop of cold liquid instantly fell from his eyes, fell on Wen Xin's face, and slid into her mouth.
Salty, is the taste of love...
Wen Xin began to have nosebleeds again, even coughing up blood in her mouth, and her heart was aching in waves. This feeling of life worse than death tortured her to the point of becoming inhuman.
She was in pain, but she could no longer scream.
Mo Sijue held her in his arms all day long, wiping her blood and rubbing her chest. He frantically and irritably dialed Chi Hao's number again and again, but he always got the same result.
Hidden Dragon is not out yet!
This also means that he has not developed an antidote!
Today was already the third day. In the evening, Wen Xin fell asleep again and could not wake up no matter how much he screamed.
Mo Sijue stayed by her side, holding her cold little hands until the temperature of her body cooled down little by little, and finally even her heartbeat stopped beating...
In the early morning of the fourth day, it started to snow again outside.
Mo Sijue hugged Wenxin and looked out the window. Even though she couldn't hear him anymore, he still whispered in her ear, "Xin'er, look, it's snowing again!"
In fact, they all knew in their hearts that during that artificial snowfall, Mo Sijue gave her a world without regrets!
Warm and quiet, she fell asleep peacefully, with long eyelashes covering her eyelids, and her tightly closed eyes, like a body without a soul. Mosijue stared at her face like this.
look.
She is angry, she is naughty, she laughs, she cries, she fascinates him... that her!
Mo Sijue changed Wenxin's clothes. Her fair skin had slowly turned lavender. Mo Sijue didn't know what this meant. He only knew that he had said that he would set her free, but only if she
alive.
That weak breath couldn't even be felt when he put his fingers between her nose.
Mo Sijue devoutly and worshipfully put on clothes, coats, and shoes for her one by one. The snow-white dress was just like how she looked in his heart, holy, beautiful, and touching...
The only word he could think of to describe her was angel, but his wings were broken by him!
"Xin'er, I promise you, if you can survive, I will let you go free. I swear on my life!" In the face of fate, Mo Sijue lowered his head again.
He knelt in front of her, his light brown hair covering his forehead, but it could not block the liquid flowing from his eyes.
One drop, two drops...drops fell on the back of her hand. Mo Sijue stroked the tab on the ring finger of her left hand. He kissed her slowly. When Chi Hao called, he picked her up like crazy.
He ran out as if he was angry.
When Canglong took Wenxin from Mo Sijue's hand, he looked at him awkwardly and said, "I said, this method is very risky. I am only 50% sure. If her body cannot bear another
Poison, maybe it will sleep forever!"
Mo Sijue's blue eyes had turned dark. He nodded heavily, and then slowly let go of his warm hand.
If there was only one chance in ten thousand that she could survive, he would give it a try!
When his hand let go of her, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly held her hand again, spread her palm, and wrote three words one by one on his fingertips: I, love, you