Bo Junchen didn't care anymore. It was almost out of instinct. When he encountered such danger, he did not run away, nor did he rush to catch Mo Ji to question him. Instead, he subconsciously turned around suddenly and pulled Su beside him.
Nuan Xia quickly grabbed her into his arms, rolled around on the ground, hid behind a sofa chair, and wrapped her safely with his body.
In this way, she was naturally unscathed.
But--
The faint smell of blood penetrated her nose while she was nervous.
Su Nuanxia breathed rapidly.
Perhaps it was because of the faint smell of blood that a certain string in her mind clicked—
Broken.
The blood flowed down his forehead, across his cheeks, and slowly flowed down, dragging out a long bloodstain, which was shocking to the eye! The smell of blood became stronger at the tip of his nose, and Bo Junchen's originally handsome face was now filled with traces of blood.
This stain of blood makes him even more embarrassed.
But he didn't seem to know that he was injured at all. He still maintained the same position just now, holding her tightly, fearing that she would be hit.
And at this moment, Su Nuanxia's heart, which she thought was dead, began to beat wildly, and even felt a bit painful.
She choked up.
She swallowed her saliva and wanted to call him, but something seemed to be blocked in her throat, making her speechless. When the crisis was over and the lights in the hall turned on again, Bo Junchen reached out and pushed him away.
She, she just came back to her senses in this trance.
Raising her eyes, she looked at the sinuous crimson line climbing on Bo Junchen's angular face, and felt the unspeakable cramping pain in her heart again.
Blood, one drop after another, slid down his chin.
Drops seeped into the red carpet beneath my feet.
At that moment, the visual impact could not be described in just four words: shocking.
And she didn't know how to express that feeling, she just felt very sad, even sadder than when she was injured. But it shouldn't be, she should feel happy, right? She hates him so much, she feels bad every day.
She called him and hated him so much that she hated him. But at this moment, she couldn't say a word to hate him.
This feeling is very subtle and elusive.
It made her even more uncomfortable.
"Are you not injured?" After checking Su Nuanxia's side, Bo Junchen opened his mouth and threw out a word of concern that sounded like nonsense. It could neither relieve pain nor heal injuries, nor did it have the effect of a doctor. It was nothing more than a polite word.
, a greeting out of reason.
However, just such a lukewarm concern once again aroused the beating of Su Nuanxia's heart that was supposed to be dead.
this--
"I am fine.
The words that I couldn't say out loud rolled around in my throat several times, but nothing came out.
Su Nuanxia felt that she was feeling particularly stupid at this moment. She raised her face slightly, looked at him, and opened her mouth, but she just made a mouth shape.
After pausing for a few seconds, Bo Junchen, who was staring down at her, stood up without waiting for her to say anything and said in a calm tone: "It's okay."
After he finished speaking, he stood up first and stretched out his hand towards her, trying to help her up too.
But Su Nuanxia was anxious for some reason.
He actually stood up directly with the help of his strength, reached out and brushed his blood-stained face, and accurately found the place, and stroked the wound where the blood was gushing out.
