It took her a long time to catch her breath, then she rushed over, grabbed a towel and tied the wound on his arm tightly, then dragged him out of the bathtub.
"Jiang Liuyun! Jiang Liuyun!" She slapped his face hard several times, feeling confused.
He...he won't die, right?
Her whole body was trembling, her heart was spasming violently, and she, who had always been calm and composed, was in an unprecedented panic.
Nothing can happen to him again!
Nothing can happen!
"Master!" Following the chaotic footsteps, Zhui Feng and Zhu Yue rushed in.
This night, they were no better off than Su Mang.
Su Mang stood guard outside the bathroom door, and they stayed outside the bedroom door all night.
They noticed something was wrong with Jiang Liuyun, but since Su Mang was in the house, they were afraid that if they broke into the bedroom they would see something they shouldn't see, but they didn't feel safe leaving, so they stayed outside all night, feeling anxious and anxious all night.
, it wasn’t until they heard Su Mang calling Jiang Liuyun’s name in a panic that they couldn’t wait to rush in.
Zhui Feng checked Jiang Liuyun's breathing and said, "Madam, the young master just fainted. It's nothing serious. You go out first and we'll give him medicine and change his clothes."
Su Mang was at a loss and turned around numbly to go out.
She didn't understand why things turned out like this?
Was she wrong?
What did she do wrong?
Walking out of Jiang Liuyun's bedroom, Su Mang leaned against the wall and fell to the ground, her heart twisted into a ball, and her headache seemed to explode. It was not long. Zhuyue opened the door and came out, helped her up from the ground, and said softly: "The young master has woken up.
Yes, he is just too tired. He just needs a nap. You are also tired after a long night. I will take you back to your room and go to sleep for a while, okay?"
Su Mang glanced at Zhuyue blankly, and the dull eyes made Zhuyue's heart suddenly ache. He took her into his arms and patted her back gently, "Okay, okay, it's over, don't be afraid."
...Everything has passed. When you wake up from sleep, the young master will be full of energy again."
Su Mang lowered her head and looked at herself. She was dirty, wet, and stained with a lot of Jiang Liuyun's blood. She nodded silently and sent Zhuyue back to her room.
After washing and changing into pajamas, she stared blankly at the blinding white roof for a while, not knowing when she fell asleep.
After waking up in a daze the next day, when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Jiang Liuyun's enlarged face. His face was extremely pale, but his sleeping face was as simple and quiet as a baby's, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, which was endlessly annoying.
People have pity.
Su Mang looked at him for a while and then closed her eyes - this was probably an illusion, right? He was so badly injured last night, why would he sleep here today? Maybe he would be gone when she opened her eyes.
Before she could open her eyes, a slightly cool finger had already touched her cheek, slowly tracing the delicate contours of her cheek with infinite care and affection.
She slowly opened her eyes, Jiang Liuyun raised his lips and smiled, pecked her forehead lightly, "Good morning, my wife."
Wife?
Su Mang blinked.
It's been a long time since I heard him call himself that.
The smile on the corners of his lips was naughty, indescribably lazy and unseemly, and also charming in a different way. As if being bewitched, her fingers touched the corners of his lips that were curled up in an evil way.
Such Jiang Liuyun confused her again.
Is he really the uneducated and romantic playboy in the rumors?
How many people can survive the painful suffering last night?
