After Shangguan Hong left, Wanqing was in a difficult mood, thinking of the most reluctant look when he left, she knew that her eyes were full of flavors,

But looking at Feng Qiuyin again, her beautiful face had a trace of paleness, Wanqing didn't dare to think about it, so she could only help him to the bed with difficulty, looking at his painful expression, the beads of sweat on her forehead, Wanqing's heart seemed to be torn apart.

Her hand trembled and touched lightly, and just touched his chest, but it retracted sharply like an electric shock, and tears flowed straight down.

Blood continued to pour out from the wound on his chest, and the wrapped skirt was dyed red in a few moments. Just a light touch can touch the blood-red viscosity.

Why did he do this?

Do you have to make her feel guilty?

Doesn't he know that no matter how high his martial arts are, he will bleed to death.

Why is he always so obsessed and desperate!

Although she was sad in her heart, it was not the time to shed tears, if he didn't stop bleeding, he was afraid that he would really die.

She stood up, walked quickly to the wardrobe, and searched for a long time, but did not find the medicine box, and in desperation, she had to call Shuang'er.

When Shuang'er saw Feng Qiuyin, the whole person was stunned, his eyes looked straight at his wound, with an expression of disbelief.

However, her reaction was quite agile, and soon, she hurried to find Lang Zhong. In order not to be discovered, she cautiously slipped out of the back door.

When Lang Zhong came, Feng Qiuyin's wound became even more serious.

Wanqing knelt in front of his bed, wiping the sweat for him over and over again, although his face was surprisingly calm, but his heart had already turned upside down.

Seeing this, Na Langzhong hurriedly put down the medicine box, walked to his bedside in three steps and two steps, and said to Wanqing: "Madam, please avoid." ”

"No, I'm here to watch." Wanqing said firmly that she didn't want anything to happen to him, so she couldn't leave.

"But......" Na Langzhong hesitated for a while, and then said: "The general's wound has become inflamed, and the wound needs to be cut open and re-bandaged, this scene is really terrifying, and Madame is still ......"

"No, you can just treat it, I'm here."

Seeing that she insisted, Lang Zhong didn't say anything anymore, only to see him take out a knife from the medicine box and gently scrape his wound, maybe he was too unconscious, he didn't react at all, his pale face didn't have a trace of waves, but the sides of his cheeks were slightly flushed.

When everything was over, Na Langzhong gently wrapped a bandage for him, and then instructed Shuang'er: "Go and get a basin of cold water, the general is burning very badly, and you must often apply cold compresses to your forehead." ”

Shuang'er has always been excited, and after Lang Zhong finished speaking, she did so. Wanqing also heard it very clearly, she threw herself on the side of his bed with difficulty, and reached out to hold his hand, but the hand was only half stretched out and retracted, she actually found that his hand was amazingly hot, just a light touch, it almost burned her.

When Lang Zhong left, Shuang'er secretly sent it out, she has always been careful, Wanqing has always been very relieved of her, after taking the prescription, Shuang'er went to the backyard to decoct the medicine.

In the room, only Wanqing and Feng Qiuyin, who had been unconscious, were left, and she dipped her handkerchief in water and put it on his forehead according to Lang Zhong's instructions.

"Cold ......" Suddenly, a painful and weak voice came out of Feng Qiuyin's mouth, Wanqing turned his head, and saw Feng Qiuyin curled up into a ball, his whole body couldn't stop shaking, under the candlelight, his face was as pale as paper, and his lips reflected a strange red, one white and one red, reflecting an amazing picture.

Wanqing gently stroked his forehead, and couldn't help but be frightened, and his smooth skin was amazingly hot! His burning has increased unabated.

"It's cold, it's cold!" Feng Qiuyin's painful moans and groans came from her ears again, and Wanqing panicked at the moment, the burn was even more serious than before, and the handkerchief on his head was drying faster and faster, and it was amazingly hot every time she took it off, but she had already done what she should have done.

The pain in her throat was unbearable, and her body couldn't help but tremble at his painful expression.

He was really cold, his body was curled up and he couldn't feel warm, and suddenly, a soft and warm touch came from his forehead, which suddenly reduced the dryness of his forehead.

Suddenly, the soft warmth left him, and his heart, in addition to reluctance, was also panicked, and suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the source of warmth that brought him.

Hiding the source of warmth in his arms, suddenly, smiling with satisfaction, although the cold on his body is still not stopped, but for some reason, in his subconscious heart, he is so satisfied.

Wanqing looked at Feng Qiuyin, who grabbed her hand and carried it into her arms, she was a little stunned, her eyes widened, but she didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, she remembered that her mother had told her that a person's embrace is the warmest, much warmer than anything else.

Sitting there, looking at him for a long time, I struggled a little in my heart, and sometimes, when misunderstandings happened one after another, it was difficult to forget.

Finally, no longer hesitating, she took off her Luo skirt, got into the quilt, and leaned against him tightly, until the last one, she directly took him into her arms and used her body to warm him.

She wants to say, this is not love, this is no love, this is just a game with death, whoever can be sincere, who can be ruthless, who can win.