"Ajian, die, don't hold on, you have already lost so much blood, my sister likes to see you bleeding like a river, hahaha..."
"ah!"
The sound is extremely weak.
It was still dark before Zhuo Jian woke up from his nightmare.
She subconsciously touched her whole body to make sure she was still warm, and then pressed hard on her heart with one hand.
In the dream, Lin Ruxiang stabbed her body into a hornet's nest, causing her to bleed to death.
She breathed hard and couldn't calm down for a long time.
Her waist was wrapped by warm arms, and her breathing gradually calmed down. She turned to look at the man lying next to her and smiled bitterly.
A false alarm.
It's just a dream.
She slowly lay down again, but she didn't dare to close her eyes again.
Fu Yanye hugged her and murmured: "It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him and slowly pressed her forehead into his arms.
Ever since she learned about Shen Lan's heart being bombed last night, she has been feeling uneasy and always felt that something bad might happen to her.
With Lin Ruxiang's personality, she will not let go of anyone she hates.
And she, Zhuo Jian, should be one of the people Lin Ruxiang hates the most in her life.
If Lin Ruxiang found someone to do what Shen Lanxin did, then Zhuo Jian has no doubt that Lin Ruxiang will target her next.
She snuck into Fu Yanye's arms again and hugged him.
The more she is in his arms, the safer she will feel.
He seemed to have given her a sense of security again, making her feel like she could rely on her.
Although Fu Yanye did not open his eyes, he would hug her again according to her posture.
The air conditioner in the room was turned on at full speed. He tucked the quilt under her body and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
She hugged him tightly. Was it a nightmare?
Fu Yanye thought so and opened his eyes to look at her quietly.
Zhuo Jian stopped moving in his arms, but he couldn't help but rub her arm and murmured: "I'm here, don't be afraid."
"Well, can you hold me tighter?"
Zhuo Jian asked in a hoarse voice.
——
Two days later at 12 noon.
Shen Lanxin woke up and was transferred from the ICU to a single room.
Lin Ruxiang, wearing a decent trousers and long shirt, sat in the chair next to her. Facing Shen Lanxin's angry eyes, she chuckled and said, "I brought you a gift."
Shen Lan was trembling with anger, but the burn was too severe and she couldn't move.
Lin Ruxiang lowered her head to open her bag and took out a beautiful cosmetic mirror.
"I found someone to customize this specifically for you. It won't break no matter how you drop it. Come, let's take a look at what you look like now."
Lin Ruxiang said softly and leaned forward.
The makeup mirror immediately shined on Shen Lanxin's face.
Shen Lanxin's head was wrapped with a lot of gauze, but when she could vaguely see the scarlet spots, she couldn't help but open her mouth.
It's just that she couldn't scream in pain, and the sounds she made were broken and weak.
