833. Chapter 833 [The willows are dark and the flowers are bright: sometimes there will be -4 hits
Mo Xuan struggled hard in Feng Yuchen's arms, hitting wherever her forehead could touch her.
Feng Yuchen's heart almost broke when he saw Mo Xuan become like this. He just held her tightly without letting go, with bleeding in his heart. At this time, Feng Yuchen really didn't dare to let go. He was afraid that she would hurt him.
, I thought it would be fine just waiting until she got tired of all the hard work.
Unfortunately, before Mo Xuan could get tired from tossing, Feng Yuchen's face turned paler and his injured arm became weaker and weaker.
Under the quilt, his light brown pajamas gradually oozed blood red.
Mo Xuan's eyes were confused. She couldn't see anything at the moment. She was still banging and struggling with more and more force. She was like a slippery loach, banging and banging with all her strength.
Until one of the arms that tied her was thrown away, Mo Xuan finally took the opportunity to free herself.
As soon as she was free, her two arms quickly wrapped around Feng Yuchen's neck, she kissed his lips with a quick breath, bit it angrily, and even couldn't wait to stuff her little hands into his clothes.
Feng Yuchen's face was as pale as paper. His injured arm lay limply on the side, and his whole body was trembling slightly unconsciously. And on his lips, there was a helpless and bitter smile of appointment.
He did not stop Mo Xuan anymore, and he was powerless to stop her. He only looked closely at Mo Xuan's eyes and her face.
He thought, actually this is not bad.
Although experts were called in, Mo Xuan's hope of survival was still slim. If there was really no way to save her, then he would just stay with her, be ridiculous with her, and stay with her until the end of time.
In fact, Mo Xuan was not unconscious. She could vaguely feel that the man in front of her was rejecting him. He was in pain. As for the pain, she couldn't figure it out, and she didn't have time to think about it.
At this moment, she just wants to hug, kiss, and wrap her body and soul tightly around her man, forever.
She sat astride his waist, reached out to unbutton his pajamas, touched his strong chest, leaned on him and kissed him bit by bit until... her hands opened his clothes and touched his shoulders.
A piece of wetness.
For some reason, when Mo Xuan's fingertips touched the moisture on Feng Yuchen's shoulder, something suddenly hit her soul. She was shocked, her mind became clearer, and she instinctively looked quickly.
What he saw before his eyes was a dazzling blood red.
Mo Xuan only felt a 'bang' in her brain. Her body and soul seemed to have hit an iron plate at the same time. Everything stopped. She only stared at the blood on his shoulders.
He was injured!
This knowledge was like a sledgehammer, hitting her soul with a 'bang!' sound, causing her to become conscious instantly.
Feng Yuchen was already prepared, but she didn't expect that there would be a turn of events. He and she had not reached the end of the road yet. She stopped. Because of his injury, she stopped. Can this be understood as, in fact, her subjective
Can consciousness still overcome drug control?
Regardless of whether the result was this or not, Feng Yuchen reached out his hand to touch her face with sadness and excitement, and gently turned her face to make her look at him. When their eyes met, he looked into her eyes affectionately and said: "
Xuanxuan, you have to get better...you must get better..." Nothing will happen. As long as you wait a little longer and have the antidote to restrain the drug, you will get better.