Liusu developed a high fever that night, her beautiful brows were knitted into a beautiful "Sichuan" character, her cheeks were completely drained of blood, and an unbearable moan escaped her pale lips.
"It hurts..." The slightly parted lips kept whispering, and the elegant and slender eyelashes trembled and trembled, as light as butterfly wings, stained with crystal tears, making people feel heartbroken with their weakness.
She lay naked, her hair wet and sticking tightly to her cheeks, and she kept moaning.
Although the medicine was applied, the scarred back was still in burning pain. In order to prevent the clothes from touching the wounds, Liusu did not wear clothes, but only wore a layer of gauze, which gently clung to her beautiful figure, attracting people's imagination.
Xiao Jue looked at the barely-dressed girl on the bed with a confused expression. He clearly hated her and the Fang sisters and wanted to torture her severely.
He had thought of countless ways to torture her, each of which would make her life worse than death.
But when she was lying in his arms dripping with blood, holding him with her little hands, her life hanging on a thread, his heart ached, painful and irritable.
He found it funny. He wanted to torture her, but he avoided her for half a month. Even he didn't know why, why this woman was so special to him.
Every time he thinks of her, he will also think of Liu Xueyao and feel inexplicably guilty.
Several times, the delicate and familiar figure lingered in his dreams, and he couldn't tell whether it was Liu Xueyao or Fang Liusu.
This face is not beautiful, it can only be regarded as elegant at best. There are a lot of people grabbing it on the street. What kind of magic power does she have that can make him reluctant to let go of her?
Is it really because her back looks similar to Xueyao's?
"Jue...it hurts...Yuanyuan hurts so much..." Liusu was half-conscious, unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality, and murmured, calling out the deepest attachment in her heart.
"Jue, Yuanyuan hurts so much... Where are you..." The crystal tears fell one after another, constantly calling the name in the memory.
Xiao Jue looked at Liusu on the bed in shock, his eyes suddenly turned cold. She actually called another man's name. Did she forget that she was already his princess?
"Fang Liusu, who is that man? Tell me!" Xiao Jue's face turned dark. He turned her face and asked angrily. She dared to call another man in front of him. She really didn't know how to live or die. Listening to his tone, this man
I have a close relationship with her.
He would not be so presumptuous as to think that the Jue in Liusu's mouth was calling him.
Liusu burst into tears. She couldn't tell whether it was the burning pain on her back or the deep sadness in her dream. She only felt sad and desolate, as if everyone had abandoned her.
Her relatives, her father and brother who doted on her all died because of him. He was the murderer, but she deeply loved that man. The man who caused her family to be destroyed.
The woman in the dream has the same face, melancholy eyes, and lonely back.
"Fang Liusu, who is that man?" Xiao Jue asked harshly. Even if it was a woman he didn't want, he couldn't tolerate another man in her heart. This is the pride of a grown man.
"Xiao Jue, I hate you, I hate you... I hate you..." Liusu's eyes were closed tightly, tears streaming down her face, her voice was hoarse and desperate. This dream was like an abyss, with no bottom. She couldn't see the morning light.
No love was seen, only hatred and despair.
Xiao Jue was stunned by these words...
The hand that was holding her chin involuntarily let go, and her face became cold and dull.
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I feel like updating in the middle of the night is a frustrating thing. I feel so resentful that I just updated twice. I must be diligent enough, hehe!!