Her screams were gagged by the teenager.

"Don't speak......" The young man kissed her cheek, kissing her tears one by one, his eyes covered with intense thirst, his thin lips pressed hot against her, as if tasting a dish, his voice was hoarse, like gibberish, "Don't speak...... Your voice...... Good...... Don't say it, don't say it......"

The young man suppressed, reached out to pull his shirt, and without unbuttoning it, he directly tore the shirt open, and the buttons fell to the ground......

Drop ......

Bouncing on the floor.

Like her, she fell into the sinking of eighteen layers of hell......

Go away.

Go away.

In the end, she shouted hoarsely and could no longer shout, she didn't know what to do at all, she didn't have the strength to stand up to such a crazy teenager......

"Don't, don't touch me—"

Ange woke up from the nightmare, his eyes covered with tears, and he looked vaguely at the white wall and the infusion bag above his head.

There is a smell of disinfectant water in the air.

There is no disinfectant water in hell.

Her body ...... It hurts like a broken shelf.

An Ge turned his head with difficulty, only to see a long figure standing in front of the window, with a straight back.

An Ge stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears, and when he opened it again, Quan Mo turned his head from the window, his dark eyes swept straight towards her, his contours were tight, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his shirt was clean and new, and his trousers wrapped around his two slender legs......

"Kwon Mo ......"

An Ge looked at him blankly, tears welling up at once.

She didn't die.

She would be able to see him again.

Quan Mo walked towards her step by step, his handsome face was still the same, he couldn't hide the tiredness between his eyebrows, he looked at her, his eyes were deep and complex, and his thin lips were lifted, "Is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

As soon as you open your mouth.

His voice was hoarse and tired, as if he hadn't slept in days and nights.

Hearing his voice, An Ge's heart swelled with a sharp pain.

"Stomach aches."

An Ge muttered in a low voice.

"It's okay."

Quan Mo said hoarsely, sat on the edge of her bed, and reached out to comb her long hair, as if he had done it a thousand times.

An Ge looked at his slender hand, his fingertips touching her face, cautiously, the temperature was hot......

She was in a nightmare, desperately resisting his hand;

But in reality, she coveted the temperature on his hands.

Dream and reality intertwined, and An Ge raised his hand a little stiffly, trying to hold his bony hand......

Suddenly, all the memories before the coma invaded her chaotic head, and the images invaded one by one, she sat up suddenly, and said with some excitement, "What about Xi Wei?" What about the Xi Wei people? ”

Hearing this, Quan Mo's body stiffened, and his dark eyes stared at her.

He didn't speak.

She guessed the answer.

"You saved her, didn't you?" An Ge grabbed his shirt with some excitement, hatred in his eyes, "Isn't it?" ”

Quan Mo lowered his eyes, An Ge's movement was too large, and there was a needle inserted in the back of his hand, and the blood flowed backwards.

He grabbed her hand and laid it flat.

"Where is she? Where is she?! An Ge asked loudly, his emotions uncontrollable.

She had been setting up for so long;

She waited so long.

It is to avenge the parents, end everything, and free oneself...... As a result, or did it fall short?

She's not reconciled, she's not reconciled.

Seeing that Quan Mo had not spoken, An Ge pulled out the needle, lifted off the quilt and got out of bed, and as soon as his feet stepped on the ground, An Ge found that his body was too weak, and he knelt on the ground as soon as he touched the ground weakly......