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Chapter 204: Don’t take off my clothes! (3)
Don't take off my clothes! (3)
It's her, it's really her, she looks exactly the same. There is no one else in the world who looks like her.
Tang Liefeng suddenly seemed to have thought of something. He walked to the bedside and reached out to touch her neck. Sure enough, he touched a thin rope with his hand. He took out the rope and found a hanging in the center of the rope.
The crystal clear jade pendant, which he personally gave to her when they were engaged and wore it for her.
She didn't die, she didn't die, why? Why did she still keep their token of love when she abandoned him so cruelly and fell into Han Junrong's arms?
The lake water in late autumn was so cold that the tips of her slender fingers turned blue and purple, and her face was as pale as a piece of white paper. Her long eyelashes, as thick as a fan, were tightly closed, and the last trace of her life was there.
The slender chest seemed to be gone at any moment.
Looking at the woman he once deeply loved lying dying on the bed, Tang Liefeng clenched his fists. This woman had betrayed him. He should have let go and not care about her life or death, but damn, his body seemed to have autonomy.
As if he was conscious, he leaned over and stretched out his long arm to pick up her thin and weak body. He hit the delicate back with his big palm, and a mouthful of lake water was spit out from her pale lips.
"Well...it hurts..." It hurt so much that Yun Feifei felt as if a hammer had hit her back hard. She couldn't help but scream in pain.
"Zuowu, go prepare hot water, ginger soup and a set of clean clothes." Tang Liefeng said calmly toward the door.
"Yes, I'll do it right away, little one." Zuo Wu, who was waiting outside the door, immediately went to prepare what he ordered.
Looking at her pale face, Tang Liefeng knew that she had to change her clothes, otherwise she would be infected with a severe cold.
It was so cold. Yun Feifei was a little clearer by the high-five he just gave her. She barely opened her heavy eyelids and found a tall and majestic man standing in front of her. She just wanted to see clearly.
His appearance, but just when she raised her eyes, a feeling of dizziness came over her, forcing her to close her eyes again.
"Who are you?" Her throat hurt so much that her words seemed to be squeezed out from inside, hoarse and broken.
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