If you look a little more carefully, you will smell the smell of blood under the rose petals, as well as the red robe soaked in blood. Although they are both red, the feeling of being soaked in blood is different from being soaked in water.
After Nangong Jin and the imperial guards had completely left, Mo Zihan pulled the man in black out of the water.
But at this time, the man in black was unconscious.
Mo Zihan pushed the man in black out of the pool and lay flat on the ground, slapped his face, but when he saw no reaction at all, he probed the main artery in his neck with his hand, and his expression changed instantly.
This idiot! She just considered that he was seriously injured, so she didn't talk to Nangong Jin. But he couldn't even hold his breath for two or three minutes, and he actually held his breath!
There was no time to think about it, so Mo Zihan had to give artificial respiration to the man in black immediately, hoping to save him.
It's not a hope, it's a must! She must save him!
"Feng! Wind! Wake up!... Feng, don't scare me, wake up quickly!... You bastard! Wake up!"
In the darkness, he vaguely heard someone calling him anxiously. She called him Feng.
Who is it? Who calls him Feng so affectionately?
She seemed anxious. Is it because he ignored her?
What was originally a gentle call turned into a scolding. But why did he find it so pleasant even when she scolded him?
He really wanted to open his eyes to see who she was, but he couldn't.
He felt gas entering his body, and this feeling became more and more obvious.
Later, he felt a soft lip pressing against his lips, so the gas was released.
"Feng, wake up, don't sleep, open your eyes and look at me, I am Han'er! I order you to wake up!"
This time Leng Feng completely heard what the other party said.
Han'er? Who is Han'er? If there is one person in this world who cares about him so much, he will definitely remember who she is. But there seems to be no one named Han'er in his memory?
And she screamed so deeply that he even knew she was crying...
Leng Feng tried hard to recall who Han'er was, but he frowned even as he thought about it.
"Wind! Wind! You frown, you are not dead yet, hurry up, spit out the water in your lungs, hurry up!"
Spitting water? She made him spit water!
Lengfeng tried his best to follow the other party's words. Suddenly, a strong pressure was discharged from the body. With a violent cough, a stream of fresh air rushed into the lungs from the nasal cavity, and all consciousness was restored in an instant.
Just now someone was crying to call him wind, crying to keep him from dying, and crying to him to wake up. That person even used her lips to save his breath...
Leng Feng used up his last bit of strength and slowly opened his eyes. When he saw the scene in front of him, he was petrified again...
He saw the woman in front of him, completely naked, not even wearing a gauze dress, just looking at him with tears and joy. The bathroom was full of red rose petals, and as far as he could see, there was only a touch of rose petals.
The jade-like white figure looked at him happily, motionless and with tears. Then he began to carefully look at the woman in front of him.
The eyebrows are unpainted but dark, the lips are unlined but fresh, with a melon-shaped face, two curved eyebrows, like light ink and far away dark blue, a pair of big watery eyes under the long eyelashes flickering with tears. The bridge of the nose is high,
Set off a bit of cinnabar lips. The skin is as delicate and soft as a baby, and can be broken with a finger.