The painting shook hard, and the half-raised hand stiffened in the air.

He was kissing her, kissing her.

It was he who said it himself, and he didn't want her kiss, because after that incident, she was no longer qualified for that. So even when they do the most intimate things, he won't touch her mouth.

But now, he's ......

Why?

The painting was puzzled and stunned.

Quan Feiyi noticed her indifference, and bit the tip of her tongue hard, painting the pain and clenching his clothes, he seemed to vent out, and the heat reached her throat, as if he was going to swallow her whole body in a row!

If love is too desperate, but you can't let go, you can only replace it with hate.

for his heart is no longer under his own control, and is lost in her.

At first, it was just his own initiative, but gradually, perhaps it was the frenzy and desperation in his deep kiss that infected her, and the painter couldn't help but hug his waist tightly and respond to him jerkyly.

The two hugged each other tightly and clinged to each other, as if they wanted to use all their strength to gently linger on each other.

It wasn't until the last bit of strength in her body was drained that Quan Feiyi let her go.

The blood in her whole body seemed to be injected into her brain in an instant, and she was delirious and looked at him with hazy eyes.

"Sleep, huh?"

The man's voice is hoarse, and it even gives the illusion of gentleness.

The painter nodded his head in a hurry, and suddenly his nose and eyes were sour. She wanted to cry, but she was afraid that he would return to his original state after blinking, and she was afraid that all this was just an illusion of her own imagination, so she could only stare at him for a moment.

Quan Feiyi watched her walk to the bed, watched her lie down, covered her with a quilt, and then turned around.

Hua Xi couldn't help but grab his hand, trembling with pain, and reluctant to let go, looking at his back vigorously.

"You're leaving......"

It was like a question, and it was like a statement telling herself an answer.

Quan Feiyi's eyes condensed slightly, and his thin lips slowly spit out three words: "Find a doctor." ”

"I don't need a doctor."

If he is by her side, where does she need a doctor?

As long as you look at him like this, you can be willing to be free of illness and pain, or even the pain can be ignored.

"Let go."

The deep voice still made her hesitate for a moment and slowly let go.

She clutched the futon on her body and watched him walk out of the door, the crystal in her eyes finally falling uncontrollably.

Crackling, teardrops seem to be gathered and strung together by something, converging into a thread.

That man's long-lost gentleness is probably only a momentary elegance, like fireworks and meteors in the sky, and it won't last long at all.

It is precisely because of the fleeting nature that she is so reluctant to let go.

He's gone, and he's not coming back......

……

Quan Feiyi found a doctor in the palace for her, the kind that specializes in the research of women's body cold.

When the door was opened, she only saw the maid come in with the imperial doctor, check her pulse, prescribe medicine, and instruct a lot of things to pay attention to her body in the future, but her eyes always looked in the direction of the door.

The man who was waiting for him never came.

She couldn't help but smile bitterly, and the endless bitterness crept up her cheeks, and she slowly closed her eyes, tired and lifeless.

Even the moment of hugging and lingering just now was already a luxury, what else did she hope for?