"Wanwan, are you crazy?" The man said in a deep voice again, tumbling with endless bone-eroding love.

The heavy arm tightened Su Wan's grip even harder, and the shoulder blades on his back were trembling.

He was afraid, very afraid, that the woman in his arms was so beautiful and moving, so broken, that he would lose her if he was not careful.

She is like a fragile glass doll in a shop window, and she needs to be cared for.

He was willing to give everything he had, including his life, in exchange for her worry-free life.

desperately, trying to keep her in his heart for a long time, implanted in his bone marrow.

Su Wan's palm-sized face was as bright as jade, faintly glowing with a miserable white light.

Her eyes were blurred with tears, and her slender hands wanted to caress Li Jingchen's perfect face.

The voice was faint, "Li Jingchen, am I not dreaming?" ”

"Are you awake? Am I hallucinating again? ”

"But I can feel the warmth of your hug."

What caught my eye was a tragic blood mark on my wrist.

The bright red liquid, like a spring, could not be stopped.

Li Jingchen's eyes were swollen with pain, and his sharp eyebrows were dotted with mottled blood.

It also shows that his facial features are deep and three-dimensional, full of the paranoia of the patient.

His long, slender hand grabbed Su Wan's hand, and his voice was hoarse, "Wanwan, it's me." ”

"I'm sorry, it's me who deserves to die."

"I've kept you waiting."

Blood, very hot, is eroding people's nerves.

Li Jingchen's face became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he hugged Su Wan horizontally.

Running towards the infirmary in the black wasteland, his two slender legs were swapping rapidly.

His hoarse voice shattered in the air, "Late, don't be afraid." ”

"Don't be afraid. I'm here. ”

"Don't be afraid."

The person who is afraid is this domineering man, and his affection is deep to the bone.

How many times did he almost, almost, almost lose her late night.

Probably, their love must go through these sinking pains to be so moving.

Running all the way, the man's strong and powerful heartbeat shook Su Wan's eardrums.

She was probably really crazy, and the tips of her lips were gently curling.

His heartbeat sounded good.

Su Wan raised her head and looked at Li Jingchen's resolute chin, with a black scum, very manly.

She tugged at the corner of his clothes a little weakly, "Li Jingchen." ”

Li Jingchen's eyebrows froze, he slowed down and asked, "Wanwan, is it uncomfortable?" ”

"Does the wound hurt?"

Su Wan blinked her eyes and shook her head, "It doesn't hurt." ”

"Li Jingchen, do you know? We're in the blood. ”

"Maybe I'm really crazy."

Li Jingchen's eyebrows and eyes were gloomy, and his eyes were full of shocking scarlet.

He almost choked up and said, "Late, don't talk about it." ”

"Well, don't say it."

A gust of wind swept through like madness.

She wanted this road to be a little longer. She can just stay quietly in Mr. Li's arms.

But he wished that this road would be shorter, shorter.

How afraid he was of losing his beloved Wanwan.

Even a 1 in 10 million chance, he couldn't afford it.

……

The wound on Su Wan's wrist has been bandaged, but fortunately, it looks deep, but fortunately, it is not very important.

Her jet-black hair was scattered haphazardly, and it was so beautiful that it made people's hearts palpitate.

Her eyes were very bright, and she looked at Li Jingchen fixedly, full of dependence.

Li Jingchen stood beside Su Wan like this, and his tall body formed a deep shadow.

He leaned down, and his eyebrows and eyes were clearly visible only affection, so obsession, and so admiration.

Through the gauze, a kiss fell on the wound on her wrist, "Wanwan, I think, you dwell deep in my heart." ”

Full marks for the preference of the sick male god

Full marks for the preference of the sick male god