Luo Jia woke up from the passion and suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Fangfei, Fangfei...small thing..."
He turned over and sat up, holding the person in his arms firmly. She closed her eyes and her face was as pale as gold paper.
"Fangfei, Fangfei..." His voice trembled and he could hardly speak, "Wake up, wake up quickly... I was wrong, I will never do this again... Little thing, wake up... Don't be scared
Me, don't scare me..."
She was still lying in his arms, and she was completely quiet at this time. She was obedient and never resisted him again, nor did she do the right thing with him. She couldn't even escape.
He hugged her soft body tightly, but he didn't feel a little angry. No, he didn't want her to do this, nor did he want her to do this. Even if he was quarrel with him or fight with him, he could not be so quiet.
"Little thing... wake up..."
He kissed her lips and found that her lips were also cold. Then, her body almost showed a terrible coolness.
The palace lanterns are lit.
A trace of blood was on her body like a flower that suddenly bloomed and suddenly extinguished. It was shocking.
He was frightened and hugged her body upwards-and felt another layer of sticky stuff, which was her back, the knife mark, which was cut, probably because of the fierce struggle earlier
, it is bleeding here too.
He was frightened by the blood, and his mind became incoherent. This little man was going to kill her. No, that's not the case. He didn't want her to die, so he couldn't let her die!
How could she die if the little man who brought so much pleasure to herself? How could she? Was she waiting for so long to make her die?
At this time, he realized what terrible thing he had done, and his alcoholism had long disappeared without a trace. He had hurt her, but he actually hurt her like this!
"Fangfei, wake up, wake up..."
He suddenly jumped out of bed and shouted: "Come, come, come, call the imperial doctor... come..."