Xia Wan'an took two steps forward, and when she came to Han Jingnian, she realized that he had two wounds on his left arm, one of which was very deep, and it was still bleeding outward, and he was holding a fruit knife tightly in his right hand......

Xia Wan'an felt as if she had been stabbed, and her face turned pale in pain. She looked at this scene, opened her mouth slightly, and opened her mouth again, until her eyes were red, and she couldn't shout "Han Jingnian".

She pursed her lips, endured the sourness in her throat, slowly squatted beside Han Jingnian, and cautiously stretched out her hand to touch Han Jingnian's left arm, wanting to help him see the condition of the wound.

It's just that before her fingertips touched his shirt, Han Jingnian reflexively dodged back, and then raised the fruit knife in his right hand and stabbed at Xia Wanqing.

I saw a flash of cold light, and the cold blade stuck to Xia Goodnight's throat.

Xia Wan'an was so frightened that she didn't dare to move, she lowered her eyes gently, glanced at the blade that was close to the major artery in her neck, and then held her breath, endured the chill that kept jumping on her back, and slowly looked up at Han Jingnian.

The man's consciousness was obviously a little unconscious.

Xia Wan'an didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that Han Jingnian's hand would shake and really cut her main artery, she swallowed her saliva slightly, and tried to speak: "Han Jingnian, it's my ......"

Against the blade of Xia Goodnight, there is no sign of loosening.

Xia Wan'an pretended to be calm and continued to speak softly: "Han Jingnian, I am Xia Wanwan......"

Hearing Xia Wanwan's three words, Han Jingqing blinked his eyes, then stared at Xia Wanwan for a while, as if he had finally reacted to something, holding the hand of the fruit knife, and slowly took it back.

Xia Wan'an secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and after the cold blade completely left her neck, she hurriedly stretched out her hand and snatched the fruit knife from Han Jingnian's hand, and then quickly slashed twice at the gauze skirt on her body, pulled two long strips down, tied them to the wound on Han Jingnian's left arm, and simply bandaged them to stop the bleeding.

When Xia Wan'an was tying the last strip of yarn, he asked out loud: "Han Jingnian, how do you feel now?" Can you stand up? ”

Han Jingnian didn't seem to hear Xia Wan's words, and looked at her fixedly, but didn't react.

After Xia Goodnight tied the bow, he raised his head and said again: "Why don't you ......"

Han Jingnian suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.

The rest of the words stopped at the corner of Xia Goodnight's lips like this, and she was stunned for two seconds before she remembered to struggle.

She had barely moved before his arm increased and pressed her into his arms.

Xia Wan'an only felt that her waist was about to be broken by Han Jingnian, and she subconsciously said in pain: "Han ......"

"An An, it's good to have you...... "Xia Good Night" The word "Han" was not uttered, and Han Jingnian's low voice entered her ears.

Xia Goodnight lost his voice again, and he forgot to struggle.

Han Jingnian hugged her tightly, and his strength became heavier and heavier, as if he wanted to inlay her into his body.

I don't know how long later, Xia Wanye, who was kneeling on the ground because of Han Jingnian's sudden pull-into her arms, her knees hurt, and just when she was about to move her body, Han Jingnian's voice sounded in her ears again: "...... You are my light. ”