By the next night, she had fallen into a coma, and the silence on her back made the Corpse King's heart throb.
In the middle of the night, the weather became colder and colder, and he had to stop, find a place with leeward wind, and hold her tightly in his arms.
There was a leak in the house and it rained all night. In the middle of the night, she had a high fever. She kept struggling and moaning: "I'm thirsty... for water..."
Dongfang Xing put his hand on her forehead. It was very hot, so hot that it hurt his heart.
A flash of pity flashed through his deep eyes. He took out the dagger and made a deep cut on his arm. He put the wound on her mouth, and blood with a fishy smell poured into her mouth.
In her mouth, she swallowed unconsciously.
Until she stopped shouting, he stopped the bleeding as if nothing had happened, pulled down his sleeves, hugged her, and looked at Yue Ya'er hanging in the air with his cold eyes, silent.
After the temperature rose, he continued to hold her in his arms and trudged forward on the desert filled with yellow sand.
Xiahou Huan'er continued to have a low fever and was also in a daze. Occasionally she woke up for a while and then passed out again.
Every time she woke up, she would ask him if it was the end.
Every time, he answered like this: It's almost there, just hold on a little longer.
Xiahou Huan'er couldn't remember how many times she woke up, nor how many times she asked.
She remembered that she had drunk all the water, but every time she passed out, she felt water flowing into her mouth, which was sticky and had a fishy smell.
She thought it was a hallucination, but it was so real that it made her tremble.
Once again, she pretended to be unconscious, and then heard the sound of him drawing the dagger.
She opened her eyes without warning, and with a hiss, the dagger cut through his arm, and the bright red blood blinded her eyes.
He didn't expect that she would suddenly open her eyes, so he was just stunned for a moment, then brought the wound close to her mouth.
Looking at the crisscross scars on his arms, hot tears kept sliding down her cheeks like broken pearls. She closed her mouth tightly and turned her head away, refusing to drink his blood anymore.
"Drink." The hoarse voice revealed an order that she could not refuse.
She stubbornly turned her face away, crying and shouting: "I won't drink."
He was silent for a while, then suddenly stretched out his palm to hold her chin, forcing her to open her mouth, and blood flowed into her mouth.
"Well..." She struggled weakly, but she was unable to stop his self-abuse. His blood mixed with her tears and fell into her mouth. The strong smell of blood filled her mouth.
Bitter and astringent...
When he retracted his arm and let go of her, she fell down on the sand and finally couldn't help crying loudly.
Although her body was very weak, the accumulated grief and anger was nothing short of extraordinary when she burst out, her cries were loud, and her tears rolled down her cheeks.
He stopped the bleeding, sighed secretly, stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms, gently stroked her back with his palms, and comforted her somewhat stiffly: "Don't cry, you will become dehydrated."
She is not a girl who loves to cry, but at this moment, she has no way to control herself.
She cried louder and louder, her tears became more violent, and he became more and more frightened.
Dongfang Xing had no choice but to say: "Stop crying. Wait until we leave the desert and find water, then you can cry again."
Hearing this, Xiahou Huan'er finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, and she laughed and said, "Can you save me for crying next time?" It turns out that he also understands humor.
PS: I wish you all a happy Christmas Eve in advance, happiness and peace!