Yun Yanzheng didn't dare to fight each other anymore, so he could only let him hold and hold him like this, silently persuading himself not to mind the trance attachment of a seriously injured patient in his dream, and gradually relaxed the tense body, so that the fearless and unrestrained heart forgot that this was a strange teenager who hugged her. But at this moment, a satisfied and greedy smile hung on the corner of his lips, and under the tips of his fingers were her perfect ears, and the smooth skin touched, and the fingertips seemed to leave a jade-like warmth. He even controlled his breathing carefully, as if he was afraid that one of his carelessness would break the illusion of this moment.

Quietly smelling the light fragrance of pear blossoms emanating from her hair, she couldn't help but turn her lips to touch the skin of her ear chakra, and just felt that her move was too Meng Lang. She already felt the tightness of Yun Yanzheng's fingers on his arm, and she raised her eyes slightly to look at his face, as if to see if he had woken up? Gu Xi smiled silently, disguised the expression on his face, frowned slightly, as if he was lingering in pain and reluctance in a dream, but his eyes were still closed steadily, and there was no sign of waking up at all.

Yun Yanzheng exhaled lightly after a long time, and the movement of raising her head was a little tired, and she turned her head and pillowed on his firm and tight chest again, through a thin layer of clothing, sensing the warm body temperature of the person under her cheeks. Her fingers moved up his arm, caressing his soft neck, his smooth chin, soft lips, high nose bridge, the slight coolness of the fingertips touched his skin, bringing a trace of tingling and temptation, and finally stopped at his broad forehead and pressed it there, it turned out to be to find out his warmth.

The fingers lightly covered his forehead, and the thin calluses of the sword between his fingers rubbed against his skin with a trace of concern, and after a moment, he gently removed his face and retracted the arm that was supporting him, and in the very quiet and secluded room, listening to the pounding of her heart on his arm like a war drum. The collarbone on her neck suddenly warmed and cooled, it was her breathing thin breath, and her voice sounded in her ears: "This wind and cold have not faded, and I am seriously injured, and I have to prevent the other party from sending the imperial doctor to harm each other, you say, what should I do?" Gu Shezhi, aren't you very good at medicine? Why is it that I am sick on my body, but I can't cure it? She sighed softly, her words full of worry and a hint of guilt.

What is she guilty about? Gu Xi thought funny, was it because she came with Yun Yanjin and wanted to stay in Yuecheng and help Weiguo? Between the arms and arms, I felt that her body seemed to be much thinner than before, thinking that it was because she had been busy running around for the past two years?

His face turned slightly pale, and he sighed in his heart, for the sake of coveting this moment of tenderness, his patience had passed the limit. A streak of blood snaked out of the corner of his lips like a small snake, and the smell of blood quickly soaked into the air in the room, and the person in his arms had already noticed it, but only moved slightly as if he was puzzled, and as if he was afraid of alarming his sleep-like careful movements, his mind was so delicate and gentle. His heart was as sweet as being soaked in honey, and the pain in his body was like the bite of thousands of insects and ants, and it seemed to be a little lighter by this honey water, and his brows, which were originally slightly frowned, were frowning at the moment, and he tried his best to endure the pain that had been delayed.

Yun Yanzheng raised his head to look for a moment, and was surprised to see this scene. Blood poured out from the corners of his lips like a spring, and she stared at him in surprise, and pulled his arm away very lightly, but he took his hand again and held it tightly again.

She didn't know where the blood came from. I don't know how to stop it? The blood in the veil became more and more intense, and the scarlet color slowly flowed down his jaw, slid over the slender neck, and gradually dyed a red flower on the white collar, and the flower bloomed bigger and bigger, and then became an endless dark cloud after blooming to the extreme.

"Gu Xi, Gu Xi, Gu Shezhi......" She called his name in alarm, and there was an undisguised confusion in her voice. Gu Xi slowly opened his eyes, looked at her with some distraction in his black pupils, his eyes were a little blurry, he lightly opened his lips and said, "Ah Yan, don't panic." I'm just a little injured, and the bruises are bleeding out......" The hand that held her was getting cold.

Is there a bruise? With such a scarlet color, why did her heart beat a little abnormally and panicked, it didn't look like it was just bruising?

"How do you stop this bleeding? How can this bleeding be stopped? She asked again and again, and Qing Yue's voice lost her usual calm and self-control, and she was a little at a loss. She pointed with her other hand, and was about to point to the big acupoint on his chest to stop the bleeding, but Gu Xi blocked her hand, a trace of clarity condensed in her black eyes, and whispered: "This blood can't be stopped, if it is blocked in the blood vein, it will invade all five internal organs and be injured." When the bleeding stops, it will stop on its own, don't worry. His hands became colder and colder because of the loss of blood, and even the two pale lips gradually lost their color, like petals dyed with hoarfrost and light mist.

"Are you poisoned, or are you suffering from internal injuries?" She couldn't quite understand what he meant, and turned her hand to get his pulse. His fingers were blocked by him again, Gu Xi turned his fingers and gently grabbed her hand, his thumb gently rubbed between her fingers, the white teeth were dyed with blood red, and he said weakly: "I myself am an excellent healer, if I can't help myself." Ah Yan, do you think you can beat me and come up with a way? ”

His tone was so soft, so soft, she had never met a person who could speak so movingly, and so distressingly sour.

She didn't know if he was awake at the moment, or if he was confused after being injured, why did he keep calling her "Ah Yan" even when facing her? Is this "Ah Yan" or "Ah Yan", or "Ah Yan"? But is it just a coincidence that it has the same sound as her name?

She was slightly stunned, her brows furrowed slightly, her clear eyes lingered on his face, and her heart was thinking about all kinds of questions in her heart. His cold fingers suddenly pulled away her thoughts, and his eyes fell on his frowning and patient brows again, and he suddenly clenched his hand with relief, letting him use himself to conjecture, this blood is not fake, and the pain in it must not be fake, so let yourself reduce the pain for him, and have a little more comfort, so why be stingy to distinguish the truth from the false.

No sooner had she thought of her than the man on the couch had pulled her down and let her fall back on his arm, her face turned sideways, her lips closed almost to touch his cheeks, and her breath warmly brushed over his skin. It was so close that he couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly, and he only knew that his heartbeat was beating uncontrollably because of such proximity.

He turned his face slightly, and his lips gently touched her forehead, and the bloodshot kiss left a blush there. The jade-white skin was imprinted with such a bright red, but it looked so charming, Yun Yanzheng lowered his eyes in a panic, but there was a trace of pink on his cheeks. His fingers lifted, and his fingertips slashed down her forehead like ice, drawing a peach blossom on it little by little with that bloodstain, so enchanting, so delicate.

"Ah Yan, are you afraid of blood?" He whispered softly in her ear, a warm breath caressing her earlobe.

Yun Yanzheng's cheeks became more and more bright, she closed her eyes lightly, and said in a low voice: "I was afraid when I was very young, and then I couldn't be afraid anymore, but now I seem to be used to it." I can never talk about liking, but I can't allow myself to be scared anymore. ”

"Then you were scared just now?" He whispered as if he could hold her heartbeat.

"Just ......" Yun Yan snorted, paused for a long time, and then whispered: "But I'm afraid, it's a kind of uncontrollable shock." Her fingers subconsciously clenched his cold hand, and her breath exhaled slowly as the voice sounded.

"Why is that?" There was a magic in his voice that tempted others.

Her heart was pounding, why was that? She didn't dare to think deeply about the answer. He was a stranger to her; He and she didn't know whether they were friends or foes; He and her are involved and guarded against each other, his eyes are clear, but they are like a bottomless cold pool ink abyss, and if he is not careful, he will fall into it and break his bones. She couldn't see through his mind in him, and she couldn't see a trace of trust in him.

Yun Yanzheng woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, and found that he had closed his eyes. The blood at the corners of his lips finally stopped, no longer overflowing, but there was a bloody stain on the clothes and bed, and the fishy smell was strong, and the original fragrance and medicinal smell could not cover up the smell of blood at all.

"Ah Yan, that's a matter of concern, then it's messy......" His lips were distant, revealing neat teeth, and his tone chuckled with a hint of pleasure: "Your heart...... It's messed up. ”

Yun Yanzheng let go of his hand, but his heart also beat because of his words.

"Ah Yan, are you leaving again?" His hand wrapped around hers, lightly touched her fingertips, and asked softly. Her mind about to leave was saved by him, leaning against the collapse and looking back at him. In the gradually brighter room, his reopened eyes were slightly red, as if they were dyed with water, his eyes were like silk, and he was born with confusion, his black pupils reflected her shadow like glass beads, his face became more and more pale and transparent like jade, and his blood-lost lips still contained a trace of red. The whole person is as fragile as broken ice, as if it will shatter and disappear as long as it is gently pulled.

She finally couldn't give up, sighed lowly, and whispered, "I'll go get your clothes and change them for you." She patted his hand before letting go, turned and went to the closet to find a single coat to change, and found a thick blanket and soft pillows, and carefully poured a glass of warm water back to the bed.