"You're a duplicitous guy! You're obviously afraid of my death, yet you still talk so hard!" Ming Baishang nodded her forehead and said lovingly.
Su Yumo glared at him and wiped the tears from his cheeks.
"Girl, I told you to run away just now, why did you come back again?" Thinking of this, he became unhappy again. Fortunately, she was alert and lucky. She hit the tiger's eye with a snowball, otherwise she might have been killed.
The tiger ate it.
"I don't know either. I ran back when I saw you being pressed by a tiger. At that time, I just thought you wouldn't die." Su Yumo honestly said his inner feelings.
When Ming Baishang heard this, he quickly asked——
"Does this mean you care about me and like me very much?"
"...How could I...like someone like you!" Su Yumo was stunned when he heard this, and then denied it with a red face.
"How dare you deny it."
"I'm too lazy to tell you. What should we do now? It's so deep here and our mobile phones are completely useless. How should we get out?" Su Yumo raised his head and looked at the sky outside, "It will definitely be very cold at night.
It's cold, maybe instead of being bitten to death by a tiger, I'll freeze to death here."
"oops……"
"What's wrong?" Su and Mo heard his cry and turned around quickly.
"My face, was it scratched by a tiger? If it leaves a scar, I won't be able to be the most handsome man."
O(╯□╰)o
"How long has it been and you still only think about your face?" Su and Mo were furious! You are indeed a playboy, so concerned about your appearance.
I don’t know how long I will be trapped in the trap. Has His Highness already arrived? Are you waiting for her?
If such heavy snow could not wait for her, he would probably go back. Even if he didn't go back, his men would persuade him to go back.
If he had to wait, he probably wouldn't be standing in the snow waiting, but would be waiting in the car.
"Don't freeze, put on my clothes." Ming Baishang took off his coat, wrapped it around Su and Mo, and said he was wearing a thin one.
"No, you'll be cold too."
"Shut up, stop being so verbose, and put it on for me!" He couldn't help but force Su and Mo to put it on.
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White snow. Cold wind. Vast world.
The snow is falling and people are waiting.
Quan Youchen stood in the snow without anyone following him. He just stood there and listened to the sound of snow quietly. The falling dead leaves were quickly covered by the snow, disappearing like dust in an instant. He stared at the leaves in his hand.
The kapok tree was also stained with some snow. The fiery red kapok seemed to be his fiery heart for Su and Mo.
Aotian told him that the blood of the vampire family flows in his body. Although he no longer needs to drink blood, because he is their descendant, he still has the family curse on him.
He needs to find a lover who is willing to die for him, otherwise, he will be lonely all his life, or even die.
Who is his destined lover? Is it Momo?
However, regardless of whether it is true or not, he only wants her in this life, and he will not take a look at other people, let alone take them to heart.
The snow was falling harder and harder, and his black hair and straight windbreaker were covered with a thick layer of snowflakes.
Because the weather was too cold, his right arm, which he injured while trying to control himself, began to feel pain. There was a sticky and wet feeling, as if blood was seeping out. He moved his arm slightly and continued to look at the intersection.
, waiting for Yu Mo’s arrival.
He believed that she would definitely come.
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Under the trap, compared to Su and Mo's eagerness, Ming Baishang seemed a little careless. Yes, he had his own plan. If they were trapped in the trap and Su and Mo couldn't get out, Quan Youchen wouldn't be able to wait.
, then the two of them will no longer be able to see the snow.
"Ming Baishang, hurry up and find a way out." Su and Mo jumped a few times, as if they could see outside.
"Stop jumping, you think you can do Qinggong."
"You should quickly find a way to get out."
"What's the hurry? Sit down first and help me deal with the wounds on my face and body." Ming Baishang pointed to the blood on his face and chest.
"There are no medicines or sterilizing equipment here. How should we deal with it? I'm worried that the more we deal with it, the worse it will be, and the wound infection will cause trouble later."
"It hurts. You can rub the wound, then raise your mouth and blow it to make it less painful. It's also a treatment." Ming Baishang pulled her down and sat on him after she stood up and looked around.
around.
"Oh...okay...okay..."
Su Yumo took out the tissue he carried with him and carefully wiped the blood from his face behind him. His face was really likely to be disfigured. The tiger's claws were so powerful that the wound was quite deep.
It will be impossible to recover for a while.
After wiping the blood on his face, Su Yumo slowly unbuttoned his front shirt and exposed his chest. His smooth, wheat-colored skin looked a bit shocking.
He could really endure it. Such a wound should have been painful to death long ago, but he only groaned in pain from the beginning to the end. Instead, he calmly joked with her.
She wiped the blood from the tissue and looked up at him. Sweat had already broken out on his forehead.
Was he smiling playfully just now to prevent her from worrying? Su Yumo pouted and leaned forward, blowing gently and seriously.
A cool and comfortable feeling came over me.
"Girl, it's great to have you." Ming Baishang looked at her serious look and couldn't help but said very emotionally.
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The snow stopped, but there was still no sign of Su and Mo. Could it be that she had forgotten what she said in the hospital?
Or...because she is already Ming Baishang's wife, so she can't come out to see him alone? Thinking of this, Quan Youchen clenched his fists tightly!
Because of too much force, the wound on the right arm popped. The blood dripped down the arm, flowed to the fingertips, and then fell along the fingertips into the snow. Little bits of red appeared on the white snow quilt.
, it really looked like he was holding a blooming kapok in his hand. So gorgeous and dazzling, just as passionate as his love for Su and Mo that would never change throughout his life.
Mo Mo, you must come, you are mine, Ming Baishang only has you temporarily, this time I will use all my strength to take you back to me!
He had already thought that this time when Su and Mo came, he would not let her have any chance of avoiding them.
But suddenly, the demonic thoughts that had just stopped began to stir again, and his totem began to slowly appear.
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"Ah~~~" screamed. She originally tried to step on Ming Baishang's shoulders and grab the cane that fell vertically on the edge of the trap, but her foot slipped and fell off Ming Baishang's shoulders.
, Ming Baishang quickly caught her, but he fell heavily to the ground, and she lay on top of him again.
He bared his teeth and took a breath of air.
"Does it hurt?" Ming Baishang quickly lifted Su Yumo up and nervously checked her body.
"I'm fine, don't worry. What about you?"
"I feel that if I don't freeze to death, I will be crushed to death by you again and again. Can you tell me how many times have you stepped on my shoulder?"
"The...th..."
"It's the sixth time. I stepped on my shoulder six times, fell down six times, and fell on me exactly six times. Do you hope that this young master will return to the West as soon as possible so that he can inherit my huge inheritance?" Ming Baishang rubbed his hands.
Rubbing his shoulders, the shoes she wore were hard, and he suspected that his shoulders had been stepped on and had six bruises.
"I'm sorry, if I do it again, I promise I won't fall off again this time." Su Yumo said in a low voice.
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The totem reappeared, and there was another feeling of wanting to destroy and kill. A hot fire began to rush through his body, and his hands began to tremble as usual.
No...no, we can't have an attack, we have to wait for her, we must wait for her!
Quan Youchen tried to use the pain in his body to dispel the demonic thoughts in his heart, so he clenched his fist harder, making the wound crack deeper. More and more blood dripped on the ground. The red on the white snow had changed from bit by bit to
The red color turned into a big piece.
"Ah!" He roared, stretched out his left hand, held the injured and bandaged part of his right arm, and let more sympathy command him to stay awake.
It was very cold in the snow, but beads of sweat fell one by one on his forehead.
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"Hey! What's wrong with you? Are you pretending again? Hey! Ming Baishang!"
After struggling in the trap for a long time, Su and Mo discovered that something was wrong with Ming Baishang. They were talking side by side, but his voice became smaller and smaller, and his body slowly fell to the side, frightened.
Su and Mo jumped.
"Ya... girl..." His voice was so weak, Su Yumo quickly stretched out his hand and put it on his forehead to test it. It was so hot!
"Oops! You have a fever. You must have tried so hard to give me your clothes, and the clothes on your chest were scratched and caught the cold. Come on, lie down first..." Su Yumo struggled to pull his tall and strong
He lay flat on the ground, then decisively took off his cotton-padded jacket and covered him.
His mouth trembled and squirmed. She put her ear close and heard him say, "It's cold... so cold..."
Su Yumo looked at his body that was still trembling under the cotton-padded jacket. He gritted his teeth and unbuttoned his own clothes. He then reached out to unbutton Ming Baishang's clothes, put the cotton-padded jacket on his body, and then snuggled up.
, hugged him with both hands.
Her body was pressed against his, with nothing separating them, skin against skin, and his cold body was surrounded by her warmth.
"Su Yu Mo... Su Yu Mo, I love you... Ming Baishang only loves Su Yu Mo..." He murmured to himself unconsciously.
"Ming Baishang..."
"Girl, don't...don't leave me, don't..." Ming Baishang shouted confusedly like a child.
"Okay, I won't leave." She said.
"...Su...Su Yumo, I'm so sleepy...I want to sleep..." He was like a child, weak and coquettish in Su Yumo's arms.
"No, Ming Baishang doesn't want to sleep, he can't sleep!" She was anxious. He really had a severe fever. If he fell asleep, she would be worried that he wouldn't wake up.
"...I...I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep..." His eyes slowly closed.
"Ming Baishang, don't sleep. In fact, I...I like you."
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[I wrote three thousand all night, and I still have to travel during the day. Good night.]