Ye Muran smiled bitterly and left with physical and mental trauma.
A cool breeze gradually began to blow, and the air was filled with water vapor, accompanied by lightning bolts, which bloomed in the sky one after another, like crooked red arrows leaping in the air, and then flashed away again.
The dull thunder sounded from time to time, and a heavy rain was about to come.
The palace was brightly lit, and inside the Haoju, Murong Xitian held an oil lamp high and was fighting with Xia Ziluo, who was wrapped in a rice dumpling.
"Come here." Murong Xitian was anxious and his tone sounded like he was giving an order.
"No." Xia Ziluo held the brocade quilt tightly with both hands, not wanting to cooperate at all.
Really, can't she cooperate?
Murong Xitian's good temper was almost worn away. He handed the oil lamp to the maid beside the bed, then sat on the bed and stretched out his hand to take Xia Ziluo into his arms.
"What are you doing? Robber!" Xia Ziluo struggled desperately, resisting such close contact with him.
"Don't move around, show me -" Murong Xitian held down Xia Ziluo's moving body, then moved up and down, left and right, and inspected the area around her head.
There was no injury on her neck, and her head was fine. That was... Murong Xitian suddenly remembered something, and suddenly lifted her long hair away - a trace of blood on her right ear immediately came into view.
Murong Xitian suddenly took a breath of cold air. From this position, if he was any further away or if his movements were just half a beat slower, the sword would have cut Xia Ziluo's throat instead of just cutting his ear.
Frightened, Murong Xitian's voice had an imperceptible tremor: "You don't feel any pain, do you? You are obviously injured, but you still don't let me see the wound? It's really..."
He scolded endlessly, but every scolding was filled with his deep worry and self-blame.
If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be hurt.
But it was also because of this that he became angry. The last time he and Xia Ziyan confronted, she rushed out to protect him and got hurt like this. This time she was still injured.
Even though he knew she was doing it for him, he still went crazy.
Because he would rather hurt himself than hurt her even a little bit.
"You're so stupid. You know you're going to die, but you still rush out like this every time! Do you really think you're an iron wall? Or do you think you have nine lives and can survive every time?" He cursed in his mouth.
As he continued, Murong Xitian's hand movements did not stop.
He took the hot towel from the maid's hand, and then carefully and gently wiped Xia Ziluo's wound, for fear of accidentally hurting her.
"Hiss..." Despite this, Xia Ziluo still grinned in pain.
But it hurts, and Xia Ziluo's mouth is not idle: "Do you think I'm such a fool that I'm not afraid of death? NND, I'm not a superman. If it weren't because I was worried about you cheating, I would... forget it, I just had a sudden blow to my head.
If you kick him, you will be stupid enough to save a pig head that doesn't know what gratitude is."
What is this all about?
There is a lot of verbosity, isn't it because she is worried about herself? She is so stubborn, she just says she is worried about him and that's it.
Murong Xitian was scolded inexplicably, but he felt happy in his heart, and the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch up according to his mood.
He was overjoyed, but Murong Xitian's mouth was still reproaching: "I don't know who the pig head is! I'm in danger. At worst, I have a hole in my body, which can be healed in a few months. On the contrary, it's you who are sick to begin with.
What should I do if I get seriously injured again and again?”
