He chuckled, his voice infinitely seductive, "Waiting for you to bite." I like you to bite me, didn't you bite just now? It's just not hard enough, and the meat doesn't fall off. ”

"Perverted." Giving him a roll of the eye, she tore off a small piece of rag from her sleeve robe to cover his wound, "Lie down, don't move this time." Almost died, didn't die and just woke up so hard...... Did you know that your life was in danger? ”

"No," he lay on his side, his arms stretched out to hug her into his arms, "I can't bear to die, I can't bear you." Since he is not dead, he will not die. ”

"Yes, you won't die, at most you will tear your wounds and die of pain as you do now."

"Isn't it okay?" He stroked her smooth back with pity, "'touch' you, even if I die, I am willing to ......"

She pointed to his lips, "Don't talk nonsense. Don't say dead, dead. She reached out again and gently rubbed the skin around the wound on his back, with a light motion.

Feeling her tenderness, he kissed her forehead lovingly, "Jingyun, my wound doesn't hurt." It's true. He didn't care about the pain in his flesh at all, his heart had already been filled by her.

She was silent. How can it really not hurt, it's just that he's used to it.

Thinking about his life, countless times on the verge of death, he raised his hand to caress his mutilated left eye socket without eyeballs, the left eyeball that was ripped out by her mother......

The fingertips slid over the scars on his left cheek.

He had suffered so much.

He is the only one who can survive such adversity.

Perseverance, tenacity, self-improvement, can do things that no one in the world can do, and become the son of heaven above tens of thousands of people.

In the world, no one can overcome the loneliness of kings, no.

She doesn't care how much power he has, a man like him is indeed too attractive in a certain aspect, which makes people feel intimidated and admired.

She looked up in his arms and realized that he had fallen asleep so soon.

He wanted to do it when it was not suitable for strenuous exercise, and she also loved it willfully, but finally, thinking that he was dead and lost again, she couldn't push him away.

Like he said. She knew that he could wake up, and with his perseverance, he would never leave her again, and he would not die because of the crack in his wound.

He had just woken up and had consumed so much energy, and she could see a hint of tiredness between his brows.

Listen to his steady breathing.

She felt that the happiest thing in the world was to lie in the arms of Jun Lonely.

In the warm embrace.

The cold embrace that used to be warm only because of her.

A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in my heart, and I always felt that although the poison hidden in Jun Lonely's body could not see the symptoms, it did not mean that it was okay.

To be precise, she's been worried these days.

When he was unconscious, she was afraid that he would never wake up again.

When he woke up, she was afraid of the poisonous attack that was hiding and dissolving in his body.

Unfortunately, before the poison attacked, she couldn't see the symptoms for a while. If the poison is attacked, she should know about it.

I was nervous.

She didn't know what else was waiting for her in the future. All she knew was that no matter what happened, she didn't want to lose him.

That apprehension gave rise to a kind of fear in her heart.

She had just promised him such a dangerous 'strenuous exercise', and she, as a healer, of course knew that even if he didn't 'touch' her body for a while, he wouldn't really die.