Suppressed gasp. The sound of breath sounded in the hospital room.

The gasp was more like a low roar coming from the heart.

The blood intent spread between the lips of the two, carrying the unique medicinal smell of Fu Qiran's body, and entered Ruan Jiaojiao's lips.

Ruan Jiaojiao seemed to sense something and let out a soft snort.

This light snort suddenly calmed Fu Qiran down.

He let go of Ruan Jiaojiao's lips and looked up at her.

Ruan Jiaojiao's face was still pale, but the bright red on her lips made her whole person look better.

Fu Qiran covered his lips, and the blood stained his fingertips, and went down the fingertips, staining his already bandaged right hand with a touch of blood.

His eyes were lowered, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Reason told him that Jiaojiao couldn't be blamed for this.

She just went to buy a cup of milk tea and drank it.

And she had already asked him for help in the first place.

However, the desire for control that came up from the bottom of his heart made him can't help but want to confine the person lying on the hospital bed by his side, so that she can no longer leave him.

In this way, he can see her all the time, and he can protect her at any time and prevent her from being harmed in any way.

Reason and the raging desire for control were at odds, and his eyes had turned blood-red.

It was the height of summer, but the temperature in this ward was terrifyingly low.

Ruan Jiaojiao, who was in a coma, shivered and whispered.

"Mr. Fu......"

Her voice was small and soft, with a little weakness, which made Fu Qiran's heart ache.

The pain was like being pricked with a tiny needle.

It's not the kind of pain that wants to destroy the world, but a crispy and numb pain.

Fu Qiran lowered his eyes and replied, "I'm here."

Ruan Jiaojiao, who was in a coma, obviously couldn't hear Fu Qiran's answer.

She just called his name, or frightened, or frightened, or surprised, or attached.

One after another, it sounded in this quiet hospital room.

Fu Qiran couldn't guess what Ruan Jiaojiao dreamed of in a coma, he just took the trouble to respond over and over again.

Between whispering and responding, Fu Qiran slowly calmed down.

The blood-red eyes had returned to normal.

As always, the depth makes it more and more difficult to see the emotions in his eyes.

The emotions that were deeply hidden became the last madness of his sanity.

Fu Qiran held Ruan Jiaojiao's little hand, lowered his eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Time passed bit by bit.

In the blink of an eye, dusk was approaching.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyelashes trembling on the hospital bed, and there was a faint tendency to wake up.

Fu Qiran noticed Ruan Jiaojiao's fingers moving, raised his head, and looked at her.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyelashes fluttered even more.

After a few seconds, she slowly opened her eyes.

The white ceiling, the familiar smell of disinfectant in the air, all of this reminded her that she seemed to be in the hospital again.

Ruan Jiaojiao was stunned for a few seconds before she remembered what had happened.

She turned her head to look at Fu Qiran, who was looking at her, with a sweet smile on her face.

"Mr. Fu."

Fu Qiran pursed his chapped lips and replied "um".

Seeing Fu Qiran by her side, Ruan Jiaojiao knew that she shouldn't have much of a problem.

The feeling of having trouble breathing just now really scared her.

The feeling that she was going to die in the next moment, she still has palpitations in her heart.