"Well..." Xia Houhuan'er was frightened by his sudden invasion. Her black and white eyes suddenly widened. Under the meager moonlight, she saw his black man, who was so dark that it seemed to be able to absorb the soul.
His eyes were burning with ardent flames at this moment, as if he wanted to burn her and destroy her. His expression was so domineering and fierce, showing majesty and domineering that no one could refuse.
His kisses became deeper and deeper, more and more wanton, as if they reached the depths of her soul.
Her mind went blank. She couldn't think of anything. Only his stern handsome face kept shaking in her mind. Her heartbeat was so fast. She wondered if her heart was about to beat from her heart.
When she came out, her body was so soft and her legs had no strength at all. She could only press tightly against his hot body. It was so hot, so hot. What was that, pressing against her...
His demands are getting stronger and stronger. A simple passionate kiss can no longer satisfy him. He wants more.
He...his hand...
Xiahou Huan'er was startled awake by his sudden touch, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to push forward.
There was a muffled hum immediately in my ears, and a faint red color spread in the water like a blood rose.
"Your wound is bleeding." Only then did Xia Houhuan'er realize what good thing she had done. She quickly stepped forward and hugged him, dragging his gradually weakening body to the shore.
His wound opened and the bleeding could not be stopped. He was dizzy, his eyes were black, and his body was so weak that he had no strength at all.
Xiahou Huan'er spent a lot of effort to get him ashore, but his face was pale without any blood, and even his lips were white.
"Hey, Dongfang Xing, are you okay? Don't scare me." Seeing his dying look, Xiahou Huan'er's anxious little heart was about to pop out. She casually tore off a piece of her clothes and twisted it.
He tried to dry himself and wiped all the water stains on his body. Worrying that he would catch cold, he dragged him back to the cave and added more firewood to make the bonfire burn brighter.
She hurriedly found the medicine the doctor gave her, then stopped the bleeding on his wound, applied anti-inflammatory and hemostatic ointment, and bandaged him with gauze.
After everything was done, she was so tired that she wanted to fall down, but she couldn't. She didn't know what Dongfang Xing's condition was, and she had to watch him.
She half-knelt beside him and noticed sweat dripping from his forehead. She immediately reached out and touched it. It was so hot.
"Oh my God, you have a fever. Damn it, a wounded person must have the consciousness of being injured. Why did you go and take a bath? You're fine now. You made yourself have a fever. You live..." Xiahou Huan'er cursed angrily, but
Suddenly, he reached out and hugged her waist, and was tightly restrained in his arms. Her fiery eyes seemed to be spitting fire, red and chaotic.
"Hey, you have a fever, what else do you want?" Xiahou Huan'er lay on his chest, hearing his pounding heartbeat, but her heart felt inexplicably at ease.
"Don't make any noise, be quiet." Dongfang Xing hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body. He buried his face in the crook of her neck that exuded the charming fragrance, just like that.
He held her tightly and remained motionless.
"Don't use so much force. If the wound bleeds again, I won't care about you." Did he want to strangle her in revenge or something?
Dongfang Xing's palm on her waist immediately squeezed it very hard.
