"If it's with you, what's not to do?"

I enjoyed the intimacy of the two people so skin-to-skin and temperature-transmitting, and Song Bingjue's tone was dyed with a smile:

"When they dig us out, they will surely remember our love when they see us hugging us tightly."

"When is it time for you to be in the mood for such a joke?"

In such an almost confined space, his voice was so gentle that Mu Wan'an almost suspected that he was not holding Song Bingjue.

"Have you seen the ruins of Pompeii?"

She was impartial and pressed on her wound, but the cabinet space was small, and it was not easy to adjust it, so Song Bingjue endured it.

"Pompeii? Have you seen it...... I didn't go to Florence when I was studying abroad, but I did. I remember that there were two bodies hugging each other. ”

Maybe it was because she was afraid of dying, or maybe it was the darkness that put an umbrella on her, and she spoke more freely than usual.

She was so well-behaved at this time.

He sighed softly and touched her head, and his tone was calm in the face of life and death:

"We're going to be like them...... In fact, the moment of the volcanic eruption had already destroyed the bodies of the lovers, however, they were together forever in another way. ”

“…… They will save us. ”

After a long silence, he noticed her nestled in his arms and shook his head gently, and he smiled:

"If we can only escape alone today, I'd rather you get out alive."

"Say something unlucky."

Hearing his words, Mu Wan's breath couldn't help but stagnate, and she gently closed her eyes:

"You are the president of the Song Group, and there are so many people under your command waiting for you to feed. If you want to save it, you should be saved. ”

But it's you who I want to save.

He didn't speak again, at this time, what they should do is to conserve their strength and wait for their rescue.

In the dark, the sense of touch and smell will be further amplified, and some subtle sensations will attract attention.

Originally, she was snuggling up to Song Bingjue, but she gradually ...... Something was amiss.

There seemed to be some slimy liquid on his elbows, and there seemed to be a vague smell of blood wafting through the air.

She suddenly woke up and called out to him softly, but he seemed to be in a deep sleep.

Thinking of where her hand was placed, Mu Wan'an guessed something, her trembling hand gently stroked his chest, and sure enough, she touched the bandage with a wet feeling on his body.

She froze instantly.

How did this come about?

He looks fine during the day......

At this moment, she vaguely remembered what Han Xiu had said when Song Bingjue brought her back from the edge of the cliff:

"In order to save you, the president's injuries are ignored......"

Where did this wound come from? He had just returned from Italy, and with such a serious injury, who else but Lyon could do it?

The smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, and Mu Wan'an suppressed the urge to cry, it was the first time she complained to herself like this, she shouldn't have done this to him......

"Late ......"

Hearing her faint sobbing, Song Bingjue gradually woke up from the boundless darkness, and he frowned and asked:

"Aren't you scared? It's okay, I'm here ......."

"You big fool......"

Mu Wan'an said this sentence very softly, she wiped away the tears on her face, and gently held Song Bingjue's hand:

"Where did the wounds on your body come from? Why don't you tell me all these things? ”

“…… Or did you find out. ”

The wound was already numb with pain, and Song Bingjue knew that it was oozing blood, but now was not the time to care about this.

The massive loss of blood made his arm lose strength, and he raised his hand with difficulty to touch her face, gasping for air:

"How can you know about this kind of thing? I don't want to see you worry about me...... In front of you, I just need to keep the best side. ”

"What a hopeless fool!"

Lying on his chest, Mu Wan'an tried her best to resist the urge to cry, and she choked up:

"You're always so self-righteous! I don't want to be like everyone else, who only looks down on your glory...... I've always wanted to do this with you! ”

Her tears slid down his shoulders and into his neck, and Song Bingjue felt the warmth with an itch.

Even though he knew she couldn't see, he smiled faintly in the dark:

"I just don't want to upset you...... Tonight, don't cry, okay, I'm fine, really. ”

"With so much blood shed, how can you be okay? Song Bingjue...... You're the most annoying person in the world! ”

Trembling with tears, she sat up on her knees, and tentatively touched the situation around his wound:

"Your blood is flowing so fast, should I bandage you? What to do, what to do now...... Why haven't they come yet? ”

Listening to her angry and anxious voice, Song Bingjue reached out and held her, and he joked with her:

"Am I not the person you hate the most? You should be happy that I'm dead. ”

"Who said you would die?!"

Hearing him say these unlucky words here again, Mu Wan'an was so angry that he wanted to cry. She groped carefully in the small cupboard, found some clothes, and asked, as if she had found a treasure:

"Song Bingjue, do you want to help you bandage your wounds? You continue to bleed like this, I'm really scared ......"

He didn't answer her, as if he was asleep.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in her heart, and she cautiously approached him:

"Song Bingjue, Song Bingjue?"

Still didn't answer her.

Sticking his fingers under his nose, he could still feel the faint breathing, Mu Wan's heart was temporarily relieved, and it seemed that he had fainted.

The wound on his chest was still bleeding, Mu Wan'an gritted his teeth, tore his clothes hard, and groped to help him bandage it.

After a while, she probed the strip of cloth and was pleasantly surprised to find that the bleeding had gradually stopped.

She was also a little tired after some tossing, she pillowed in the crook of his arm, listening to his even and faint breathing, and her voice was soft:

"What to do? Suddenly, it felt like it was not bad to be able to die together like the couple in Pompeii. ”

He had already fainted, so naturally he couldn't hear her chatter, and Mu Wan's tears rolled down uncontrollably.

The two of them are in this small world, and the outside is the malice of the god of death, and this is probably the moment when she is closest to death.

"You just said that you want me to live, but I want you to live."

Reaching out and touching his face, she could not see anything in the darkness, she could only perceive by the lines touched by her hand:

"I probably understand Xu Feifei's choice a little, because now I am in the same mood as her."

As long as he lives well.

"What about the president? Where is the president? ”

Looking at the people who escaped one by one, Han Xiu's face was full of anxiety, until he rummaged through the piles of people and didn't find Song Bingjue, he looked at the guest house not far away that had been covered by mudslides.

"Good night didn't come out either?"

Ignoring Xu Peng, who was urging him to slow down behind him, Xu Shuo pushed his wheelchair, and he came to Han Xiu:

"What the hell is going on? Don't you have anyone to save her? ”

Li Nian, who also looked very ugly, clenched his hand tightly, and he sat on the ground in great dejection:

"It's all my fault...... Goodnight has too many wounds on her body, and her mental condition is not very good, I want to let her sleep a little more peacefully at night......"

Seeing his sad and regretful face, Xu Shuo suddenly understood something, they were all soaked by heavy rain, and the coldness also hit one after another:

"Dig! Desperate to dig out the goodnight for me! ”

He couldn't watch her disappear into his life again!

"Water, water......"

When she was in a daze, Mu Wan'an heard the whispers of the person next to her, and she leaned closer to listen to what he said, but it touched his forehead, which made her wake up immediately:

"How can it be so hot?!"

Soon after the bleeding from the wound on his body stopped, he began to have a high fever, and if he continued to be allowed to go on like this, he was afraid that everyone would burn out!

To cool him down with a cold veil, he wanted to drink water...... Mu Wan'an forced herself to calm down, she put her hand in her coat pocket, but touched a small pair of nail clippers.

This is...... She hesitated and pulled open the scissors, carrying a small file on them, enough to cut through the top layer of skin if forced.

Touching him who was already burning hot, Mu Wan'an didn't hesitate any longer, and slammed the file at his wrist-

"Hiss......"

The sharp pain made her gasp, and she didn't dare to waste it, so she picked up the leftover strip of cloth from before to wrap the wound, letting the blood soak the strip, and then moved her hand in front of him again.

He opened his mouth and let the blood drip into his mouth, and after a while, when he felt that it was almost enough, he cooled the blood-stained veil and put it on his head.

As soon as the veil was hot, she took it back and continued to wet it with her own blood.

After repeating this four or five times, she was also a little dizzy, but she still held on to her breath and continued to change his veil.

"Wait, wait, we'll be able to wait for help in a moment......"

Falling weakly into his arms, Mu Wan'an opened his eyes in vain, felt the hot breath coming from him, and smiled self-deprecatingly:

"I wish I had never liked me...... That way, you won't suffer with me here......"

As she spoke, she pulled off the veil from his head and wrapped it around her wound, which was still very hot from his temperature, and when she got it wet, she shook it off again and put it on his forehead.

After doing all this, she became more and more dizzy, and just about to raise her hand to test his temperature, she fainted.