Chapter 142: The Criticism of the Butterfly Concubine 2
"Do you two still want to die?" Duan Wuxia's cold voice came. Li Xin turned her head, and in the confusion, she realized that Duan Wuxia was glaring at herself and Xuanyuan Yi fiercely.
"You won't let me die, will you? Let alone Xuanyuan Yi." Li Xin's words were full of calmness, without the panic just now. After knowing that she had no worries about her life, her temper still changed.
Variety
Under these unknown circumstances, all she can do is try her best to save this little life that everyone can trample on.
She can't rely too much on Xuanyuan Yi. She can't bear such a result.
"You will die if you don't speak." Duan Wuxia said angrily, and then rushed Xuanyuan Yi back to bed to rest. He carefully bandaged Li Xin's wound, but Li Xin was still frightened when he saw him taking out the needle and thread.
For a moment, the originally cold cheeks were suddenly replaced by fear again.
"No, Duan Wuxia, I don't want stitches" Li Xin shouted in horror, she was afraid
"No?" Duan Wuxia looked at Li Xin funny, and the next moment he said coldly: "If you don't want to die, just be obedient to me."
It was the first time Li Xin heard Duan Wuxia's cold voice. Suddenly, he seemed to have changed. But how could she accept it? She couldn't do it while watching herself being stitched. She was really scared.
"My wound is not big or deep, so there is no need for stitches." Li Xin insisted. She really didn't dare to challenge the long and thin needles, piercing her skin. She couldn't bear it, and
She's afraid of the medical conditions here
"Then you just wait until the blood dries up slowly," Duan Wuxia said coldly. At this moment, Li Xin really saw in his eyes that he could live or die as he pleased.
Li Xin was full of grievances. Why didn't anyone take her feelings into consideration? Why did she always make her own decisions, get stitches when she was told, and do whatever she was told. She was a human being, even if she was just a little girl.
I also have my own thoughts
"I'm afraid of pain," Li Xin said lightly, his brows furrowed and his slightly swollen cheeks pale.
She is really scared. Even if no one here understands her, she will not really live with her own life. She is still afraid of death, very scared.
"Where is my medicine box?" Li Xin asked again. Even if he really needs stitches, he has to endure the pain, so he must be absolutely hygienic.
"I'm leaving, do whatever you want." Duan Wuxia ignored Li Xin. At this moment, he actually lost his temper and walked away.