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Large paragraphs of words were clogged in his throat, and he wanted to ask Qingqing, but he could only utter some meaningless syllables, like a fool.

He thought, his expression was probably painful. Otherwise, Qingqing would not have shown such distressed and sad eyes, so he closed his mouth.

He thought, Qingqing is right, they still have so much time, he can wait, he can practice, one day, he can ask.

With the influx of those fragments, he felt that everything in front of him was so familiar.

In the first drawer of the bedside table, there will be a small box.

He opened the bedside table and opened the first drawer, and sure enough, there was a small chest with a red cross plus sign on it.

There was a combination lock, and with a few flicks of his instinct, the box opened, and a faint smell of disinfectant spread—a smell he had never smelled, but it seemed to have been with him for a long time.

There will be a brown bottle on the left and a small tweezer on the right.

He followed the line of sight, and sure enough, he picked up the brown bottle, pulled out a piece of white gauze, poured the brown liquid on the gauze, and cleaned up the blood on Qingqing's hands little by little.

He seemed to be familiar with how to do it, and he had never seen anything like it before.

The thin hand that was like mutton fat and white jade was full of blood, and there were tiny glass shards inserted in the bloody mouth, and he picked up the small silver tweezers and took out the glass shards with ease.

His movements are very gentle, and he is afraid of hurting Qingqing, so he has to pay attention to Qingqing all the time.

Even if there are no clips, he already knows - Qingqing never shouts pain, or rather, she never shouts pain when it really hurts.

She occasionally hums and chirps when she is coquettish and uncomfortable, but that's just coquettishness, she just wants him to coax him, so although he wants to laugh by her pampered appearance, he doesn't need to worry about whether she is really uncomfortable, just follow her mind and make a worried look.

But when she was really hurt and really uncomfortable, she wouldn't reveal anything at all.

His thunderball hurt her palm, and the whole palm became charred, and she was able to hide her hand and continue to smile as usual, while he, the culprit, was still clamoring for her to continue holding the thunderball, so that her face would not change and endure the burning again and again.

So it's useless to just look at her expression, she seems to have long been used to enduring pain, and you can't tell the difference from her face at all.

Expressions will be fake, but nerves will not be fake.

Whenever she was injured, even if she could bear it, her body would tense because of the pain, and even if she tried to relax and soothe her body as much as possible, she couldn't escape his eyesight.

Pieces of sharp glass slag were picked out, but Huo Cheng couldn't even see the slightest abnormality in Li Qing.

She really doesn't hurt.

It was impossible, unless—this level of pain really wasn't a big deal to her.

Huo Cheng wiped the blood from the wound on his hand without saying a word, and then the wound was re-covered by the blood that flowed out.

The blood still had a fatal attraction to him - he was sure that if he relaxed his nerves, he would be tempted to nibble on it in the next second.

Resisting that huge attraction was painful for him, like a man who had been hungry for three days and three nights sitting at a table, only staring at a table of delicious food.

Why is Qingqing's blood so attractive to him?

He didn't understand.

But at this moment, the wound of flesh and blood turned out to make him feel the pain even more—the former was only the pain of resisting temptation, the latter was the torture that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The dead heart seemed to be torn apart, and his face turned pale with pain.

He even wanted to ask, isn't that heart already broken? Why does it still hurt!

But his face was not exposed at all - he couldn't let Qingqing find out, and he couldn't make Qingqing feel distressed.

He found that he was really handy at bandaging, even if he endured the pain of his heart, he could bandage beautifully.

Li Qing couldn't believe it when she looked at his series of smooth movements.

Take the medicine kit - treat the wound - bandage the wound.

These are all things that Ah Cheng, who is a zombie, can't do!

He doesn't even know what tweezers are!

So he must have remembered something just now!

He remembered what had happened before!

No wonder he was in a hurry to say something just now, and his eyes were red in a hurry.

It turns out that there really will be this day.

Ah Cheng is really back.

The original is back.

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

Hot tears dripped down the back of Huo Cheng's hand, and he was almost convulsed.

He looked up in a little panic, but saw Qingqing crying.

Qingqing cried again.

It was even worse than crying just now, his eyes and nose were very red, and a large teardrop fell out of his eye socket, fell on his hand, and hurt his heart.

Is he too heavy?

Hurt her?

Qingqing made such a strong girl cry twice in one day, he really damned it!

He hurriedly wiped her tears, took her into his arms, and blew on her hand.

"Whew," it doesn't hurt.

Li Qing felt that all the grievances broke out all at once.

Tears are falling down in a sparse voice, and the mouth is wide open but there is no crying - when the emotions are very high, people generally can't cry in time.

For a long time, under Huo Cheng's flustered touching and kissing, Li Qing cried, crying like a little milk cat who had been wronged to the extreme, soft, delicate and sad, with deep pain.

"I've watched you die twice! Twice! ”

"I'm going to be driven crazy by you!"

All emotions erupted like a flood, and those sadness and despair that had nowhere to put finally had a place to vent.

Huo Cheng felt that the person in his arms was petite and fragile, like a big doll, and needed to be carefully cared for, and now this big doll was red with red eyes and aggrieved tears, and his hands were injured, and he was still complaining about him in his mouth.

He didn't know how to comfort her, the strings of tears crushed him like a ferocious flood, and his chest was filled with something sour and astringent.

He was frightened by her emotional outburst at the moment, he didn't know how to comfort her, he could only call her name dryly, shout "Qingqing" vigorously, patted her on the back, and tried to make her more comfortable.

He even hated his own throat. Why can't you say anything! I can't even comfort Qingqing!

He could only hold her a little tighter, a little tighter.

Her arms ran across his waist and abdomen, her face pressed against his chest, and it didn't take long for him to feel a large wet patch on his chest.

It's hot and wet, it's all Qingqing's tears.

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