Xiang Yimo tried his best to suppress his emotions and keep himself heavy and calm.
Why should he be so nice to her?
Concerned about whether she would catch a cold, he went back to get her clothes. At the moment of the car crash, he stood in front of her. Seeing that she was vomiting and uncomfortable, he ran to pick mint leaves. When she fell into the valley, he even used his body to help her
Protect her!
However, she can't bear his kindness!
Xiang Yimo only cheated him, how could she repay him? How could she have the face to face him?
She would rather Nangong Han be cruel, cruel and cold to her, so that she can control her heart and not be tempted by him.
At this moment, her heart was in chaos, just like the sky at that time, shrouded in a thick layer of haze. Guilt, heartache, and new-born love were intertwined together, and she was so oppressed that she couldn't breathe.
Nangong Han took off her windbreaker and put it on her shoulders, "I'm not that fragile!"
The sizzling blood flowed down, and there was no inch of good skin left. The shocking wound pierced Xiang Yimo's heart. The pale lips were pressed tightly, and big beads of sweat hung down on his forehead. Xiang Yimo could see him.
of forbearance.
In fact, they are the same kind of people. They want to endure pain alone, are afraid of others worrying, and do not want to moan.
Xiang Yimo knew that he was so stubborn that even ten oxen could not pull him, "Then let's pull him together!"
The windbreaker was stained with his blood and emitted a strong bitter smell, but this small windbreaker could withstand the wind and rain.
"Can you walk slower? I can't walk anymore." Xiang Yimo supported him and deliberately slowed down. For the sake of his self-esteem, she pretended that she couldn't walk.
"Snail!" Nangong Han slowed down and his eyes suddenly lit up, "There seems to be a cave there!"
"It seems like we have pretty good luck today!"
"I was assassinated, my car had a flat tire, and it fell off a cliff! How lucky are you?"
"We're not dead yet!" Xiang Yimo said optimistically. Her face suddenly straightened up, "Conspiracy? You mean someone wants to harm us?"
"It's not us, it's me! There are so many broken glass on the road, it's definitely not an accident! There are also explosions and rocks rolling down. Isn't this deliberate murder, or what?"
"Who would want to harm you? Do you have many enemies?"
The muscles on Nangong Han's face were tense, as if they were lines carved out of marble. Each one was sharp and angular. His cold eyes tightened and a ray of light shot out, "There are not many people who can be so blatant!"
The two of them walked into the cave. Although it looked small from the outside, it was quite spacious inside. The air inside was mixed with the smell of muddy earth, and spider webs hung on the mountain walls.
Xiang Yimo found a clean rock and helped him sit down, "How should you treat your wound?"
There is no medicine here, and there is no clean water, but if you don't treat it, you are afraid of wound inflammation and bacterial infection. In severe cases, it may lead to tetanus, which is dangerous.
"This is a small injury, no need to deal with it!" Nangong Han said in a calm tone, not taking it seriously at all.
"You're such an old man, why don't you take your body seriously?" Xiang Yimo scolded him, spread his windbreaker on the ground, and ordered sternly, "Lie down, lie on it!"
Only when Nangong Han scolds and orders others, how can he be obedient?
He replied abruptly, "I'm not a dog!"
To deal with him, Xiang Yimo could only use his trump card, and murmured delicately, "Dear! Husband! Hanhan! Lie down on your stomach, okay!"
Nangong Han felt a chill all over his body, "I've been poisoned, can I speak normally!"
Xiang Yimo didn't want to take anything soft or hard, so he had nothing to do with him, so he walked around behind him and squatted down——
Her eyes stared at the hideous and terrifying wound on his back. The skin and flesh were turned out and bloody. It was stained with a lot of rock and soil, and there were small gravels embedded in it. She held her breath, slowly approached, and gently
Kissed...
Nangong Han frowned, turned around, and asked nervously: "What are you doing!"
Xiang Yimo was afraid of hurting him, so he moved very carefully. He gently licked his wound with the tip of his tongue, gently sucked out the blood mixed with dirt, and spat it on the ground with "Bah!"
"Don't worry, I'm not eating your flesh!"
Nangong Han felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He knew that Xiang Yimo was treating his wounds by doing this. He knew even without looking at how terrible the injury on his back was. As a girl, could she?
Aren't you afraid?
"You don't have to do this!"
You don't even appreciate it! Xiang Yimo curled her lips. Her pink lips were stained with his blood and looked bright and attractive. "Anyway, it's a waste if your blood is shed in vain. Let me take care of it."
I’m addicted to vampires!”
Regardless of his objections, Xiang Yimo continued to lick his wound, sucking out the dirt bit by bit. Her mouth was filled with the bitter taste of rust, and she suppressed the nausea.
After a while, Nangong Han didn't respond. Xiang Yimo raised his head and asked him, "Does it hurt?"
Her lips and tongue were like soft cotton balls, and when they touched his wounds, he felt no consent at all, "No." Nangong Han responded calmly.
Is he worried about his injuries?
Xiang Yimo immediately comforted him, "Don't worry, I only shed this little blood. You won't die of excessive blood loss! I bleed much more than this every time my aunt comes! I'm not living well!"
"
Can this be compared?
Nangong Han's mouth twitched, how could he fall in love with such a wife.
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"Jin, it's raining, do you want to continue searching?"
"Continue!" Chu Zhanjin looked grim and continued walking forward.
Ji Zhanxuan held an umbrella for him and followed him immediately, "It will get dark in a while, and it will be even more difficult to find him!"
"It's all dark, but we have to keep looking!"
"Jin, you have also seen that from the road to the bottom of the mountain, there is a height of more than a hundred meters. If you fall, you will definitely die!"
"Even if he dies! I will find Mo'er's body!" Chu Zhanjin stepped into the fine rain curtain, and the cold raindrops were like sharp blades, cutting him with one knife after another...
Little did he know that it was he himself who pushed Xiang Yimo step by step into Nangong Han's arms!