Wu Zhou's body was trembling, and his breathing suddenly became stagnant. He raised his head hard, but made no attempt to stop her from biting him.
Qianye didn't want to leave until the smell of blood wafted from his mouth, but Wu Zhou pressed the back of his head again.
"Qianye... I don't like this, but... but..." Wu Zhou didn't seem to be sure what he was talking about, closing his eyes and shaking his head in pain, "I know you have many ways to make me feel better... Qianye
…”
"Then what do you want me to do?" Qianye raised his head in confusion, looking at the bloodshot tooth marks on Wu Zhou's chest, feeling somewhat ashamed.
"I don't know, but you must have a way..." Wu Zhou shook his head almost manically, and his whole body was red with high fever, as if his whole body was about to burst in the next moment.
Qianye quickly put the ice cube on his forehead, but he opened it. Before she could frown and get angry, Wu Zhou suddenly covered her chest, turned around and leaned over the bed, coughing hard.
The sudden but heartbreaking cough made Wu Zhou's already thin body tremble and tighten, and the large area of his back was abnormally flushed, which still left him helpless.
Qianye patted his back gently, and it wasn't until a while later that Wuzhou gradually stopped coughing. His wheezing sound was like an old bellows. Just now, he still had the strength to press Qianye, but at this moment, it was empty.
He lost the last ray and didn't even have the strength to turn over.
Qianye helped him lie down and wiped a wisp of bright red blood from the corner of his lips, but found that his lips were unusually tight. This was Wu Zhou's gesture of refusing to speak, which proved that he was angry and that he was interested in her.
Disappointed and very sad for her.
"Am I stupid?" Qianye suddenly asked, still putting ice cubes on Wu Zhou's forehead to cool him down, "I can't save you, I can't help you, I can't even figure out... how to let you
Be comfortable, even a little bit."
After pausing for a while, seeing that Wu Zhou didn't respond, he added: "I always make you angry, and whatever I do makes you dissatisfied..."
"Qianye, you still don't love me to this day..." Wu Zhou suddenly spoke, but his attitude was completely different from before. A moment ago, he was still as irritable as fire, but now, it seems that he has settled into ice in an instant, and he can't find it.
to a certain temperature.
Qianye was slightly stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment. She could tell that Wu Zhou was indeed disappointed and sad. She meant what she said.
But she couldn't find the words to answer. Does she love him? Yes? No?
Perhaps, the fateful entanglement made her feel that being with him was so natural. Perhaps, she endured the joy of the two again and again, feeling the passion in Wu Zhou, and she could enjoy a kind of being
Feeling needed and not lonely…
But, love?
"Qianye, torture me. Do you find it particularly interesting to see me like this?"
Qianye was stunned and his eyes widened suddenly. When had her image been so ugly in Wu Zhou's eyes?
First, he was so childish that Wu Zhou needed to coax her with his tail to make her calm down, but now he asked her, is she happy to torture him so far?
Who did he think she was? Qing Shang?
But he kept calling her name and questioning him.
However, it was him who overcame the calamity, and it was not arranged by her. She wanted to make him feel better, but she didn't know the effective method, and she couldn't figure out the needs that even he didn't know. Is this all her fault?
Qianye suddenly felt aggrieved. Let’s not say whether she loves or not. She treated Wu Zhou like this, but ended up with such doubts.