I continued to lie in bed for three more days, and two of Death's men would come regularly to inject me with potions every day. I knew their names were Mir and Lanyou, but no matter how much I begged them, they refused to tell me.
Half a sentence about Feng Jingchen.
Also, I don’t know what they injected into me. I only know that after injecting it into me, I would feel like I had ascended to heaven, which was very refreshing and comfortable.
Today is almost the time for them to give me the injection. I am looking forward to their arrival, but I am a little desperate. They have not appeared for an hour. I feel like cold sweat breaks out all over my body, and there will be countless
The little ants were corroding my body. I quickly put on my shoes and ran out of the bedroom. I was looking for Mir and Lan You until I ran to the hall and saw them and the God of Death sitting together and drinking.
Tea.
The God of Death saw my appearance, and his expression showed a satisfied smile, and then he sipped the tea cup lightly: "Why are you in a good mood today? Is the angel willing to get out of bed?"
I ignored the God of Death and quickly ran to Mir and Lan You: "Quick, inject me with that."
Lan You and Mir heard my plea, and then looked at the God of Death.
"They all obey my orders. It's me you should beg for, right?" The God of Death said to me arrogantly, but I would never beg him. I ran back to the bedroom in despair, enduring all the pain in my body.
Twitching, so uncomfortable, I feel like I want to scratch the skin all over my body. Why would my whole body feel so uncomfortable without that thing?
My bedroom door was opened, and the God of Death and his two men walked in, and Lan You held a syringe in his hand. I knew that my hope was coming soon, and I looked at the syringe longingly.
"Do you want it?" Death's words were full of provocation. I didn't say anything. I still sat on the bed, huddled up in a ball, and hugged my trembling body tightly: "If you say you want it, I will give it to you right away.
You inject!”
I want it, I really want it, but I don’t want to bow to the God of Death. I still don’t say a word, my whole body is shaking slightly, the God of Death looks at me angrily, and then leaves with Lan You and Mir. I am also desperate.
, for almost two hours I kept shivering, and the skin all over my body was almost scratched by me. I couldn't bear it anymore, I couldn't bear it anymore, I wanted to bow my head.
I quickly rushed out of the bedroom and ran into the living room. Seeing that the God of Death was still in the living room, I was slightly relieved. I knew he hadn't left, so I ran to his side and said with extreme reluctance: "Here."
...I, I want." My lips trembled slightly.
But the God of Death did not ask Mil and the others to inject me, but looked at me dissatisfied: "Be sincere!"
"Please, give it to me, give me the injection quickly." My dignity completely disappeared. I don't know what defeated my dignity. I only knew that I could sacrifice everything for the liquid in the needle.
"Kiss me!" This command from the God of Death almost made me panic. Even though my heart was unwilling, my body still moved towards the God of Death. I kissed the God of Death, and took the initiative to kiss the God of Death! I hate myself, I hate myself.
Why is it so mean? Even the number of times I take the initiative to kiss Feng Jingchen is pitiful. I can actually kiss the God of Death for the liquid in the syringe. I am so fucking shameless.
The God of Death smiled with satisfaction: "Inject her."
After the God of Death finished speaking, I was like a dog waiting for the owner to feed me. Finally Lan You took out the needle and injected me. This time I experienced the feeling of ascending to heaven, and this time I enjoyed the incomparable feeling.
Joy and happiness, my mind went blank, I just felt like I was floating in the sky.
"Hahahaha, I never thought drugs could make such a proud woman act like a dog!"