He did have a fever, his head felt dizzy and he felt very uncomfortable.
Lu Hanting's body is not easy to get sick, but when he gets sick, he is like a mountain. Now he just wants to hold Xia Xiwan and not let her leave.
Xia Xiwan was thinking about his body, "Lu Hanting, let go first!"
But she underestimated his fighting power. Even if he was seriously injured, she couldn't get rid of him.
Lu Hanting hugged her tightly, his pale thin lips lingering on her face. The heavy rain was falling, soaking them completely. He was particularly clingy because of his illness, "Wanwan, be good, don't leave, eh?"
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"Lu Hanting, your wound is inflamed, and it's still wet in the rain. If you continue like this, are you going to abandon your own body?"
Lu Hanting clasped her lustrous shoulders and turned her around. He held her small face as big as a palm in his big hands and repeated a sentence like a demon, "Wanwan, I just don't want you to go."
He lowered his head and kissed her red lips directly.
Xia Xiwan's pupils shrank, it was already this time, why was he thinking about kissing, "Lu Hanting, let go!"
She pushed him away hard.
Her movement tore the wound on his back. Lu Hanting's tall body swayed twice, and then he knelt on one knee in the rain with a "boom" sound.
A big palm was propped on the ground, tiny water droplets rolled over the outline of his overly delicate facial features, and his thin brows and eyes were stained with a layer of coldness.
Lu Hanting gently closed his handsome eyes and rolled his Adam's apple up and down. After a few seconds, he gently pulled the corners of his mouth, and his deep eyes were already stained with a layer of scarlet.
He said slowly, "Wanwan, if you dare to leave, I will definitely kill Lanlou and make you pay a heavy price."
Lanlou, that is Xia Xiwan’s home.
Xia Xiwan paused for a moment. She looked at the man kneeling in the rain in shock and fear.
She was trembling all over, this... devil!
His wet bangs covered his sharp narrow eyes. He looked at her, paranoid and sinister, and slowly stretched out his big palm, "Come here."
Xia Xiwan mechanically opened her legs and walked over.
"I said, you can't escape Wanwan."
Lu Hanting closed his eyes and fell down.
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It was getting dark and the rain was getting heavier. This dilapidated wooden house was shaking in the heavy rain.
Xia Xiwan took out a needle, heated it red with fire, and managed to sew up Lu Hanting's wound. He refused to allow her to leave, and she couldn't find her husband at all.
Xia Xiwan sat by the bed. She looked at Lu Hanting on the bed. He had a 42-degree fever just now, and he began to feel cold all over again.
Now he is still in a coma, his handsome face is pale to black, and his handsome facial features look particularly cold, hard, and sinister.
Xia Xiwan suddenly realized a problem. Three years later, Lu Hanting's paranoia became more and more severe, and his possessiveness and desire to control her became almost pathological.
Just now, when he knelt on one knee in the rain and said that he would cleanse Lanlou with blood in the future, Xia Xiwan had already seen in him the powerful aura of dominion over the world.
No matter how much she conceals his life experience, he has the blood of Huaxi Prefecture's pure sons for hundreds of years flowing in his body. I am afraid that one day he will ascend to the position of lord.
As the Queen of Lanlou, what will be their fate then?
Will he rule the world one day, and once she leaves, he will personally lead an army to trample through her home, capture her city, and stain her clothes with blood?
Just thinking about this made Xia Xiwan feel chills all over. She pulled out a piece of white paper and a pen, and then wrote something on the white paper. Finally, she held his finger and put a fingerprint on it.