Duan Yi ran wildly all the way, he was so anxious that he hated that he was driving a motorcycle.

He didn't care too much about it, and went straight to Qinglong Villa.

Entering the hospital, Duan Yi happened to meet Liu Man, who came out of his clothes.

"The thorn-thorned roses were delivered?" Liu Man looked obscenely at Lin Shuang, who was lying on Duan Yi's back, unconscious. "Give her to me, and the promise to give up the resources of ten wild towns is still there."

"Believe it or not, I'm going to kill you right away?" Duan Yi said fiercely. "Give me a room, and the room fee won't be less than you."

"Believe, I believe!" Liu Man said, that expression changed another layer of indescribable meaning. "I'll arrange it right away, and you two will be free for as long as you live!"

Entering the room, Duan Yi locked the door and gently placed Lin Shuang on the white mattress.

The knife did not pierce the major arteries, and the bleeding had stopped, but the coagulated blood stained the skin and pants together.

Duan Yi slowly took off Lin Shuang's outer pants and wiped away the blood with a hot and humid towel.

The small throwing knife was buried in the red and swollen wound on the inner thigh, revealing only an inch of the hilt.

Duan Yi pressed the root of the thigh against the wound with a wet towel and quickly pulled out the flying knife. A stream of black blood gushed out of the wound, and it slowly stopped. Lin Shuang, who was unconscious, trembled all over his body, and then regained his composure.

Duan Yi held the hand of the wound and maintained the posture for a long, long time. I am afraid that the slightest relaxation may cause blood to gush out again.

The previous hectic situation made Duan Yi forget the taboo between men and women.

Now, his hand pressed on her white skin for a long time, and suddenly realized that this scene was too inappropriate!

However, he couldn't withdraw his hand, and secretly looked at the part of his hand that was pressing, but his eyes spilled over the end of the entire leg.

Damn, why did she choose such a simple fabric! And it's too economical to save on fabric! The edges can't be completely covered!

The pure contrasting colors, looming and presenting, create the most mysterious artistic conception in the world, which makes the heart of the teenager who beats wildly fascinating.

Duan Yi's face was red, and he felt that he was simply inferior to a beast.

He tried to pull his gaze away, and looked at her sleeping face, a white face that was slightly blue from blood loss, with a certain defect, but extremely delicate!

She breathes slowly, her chest rising and falling rhythmically with her breathing.

He reached out his free hand and smoothed the strands of hair from her forehead.

Gently wipe the tears oozing from the corners of her eyes with the back of your fingers, and watch her slowly open her eyes.

"You're awake!"

"It hurts!"

"I'm here!"

"Thank you for being with me!"

"You're welcome!" Duan Yi said softly. "I'd love to."

"What are you doing?" Lin Shuang tapped his head and looked at Duan Yi's hand pressing the root of his leg. "The pants you took off for me?"

"I'm helping you stop the bleeding!" Duan Yi said. "I have to take it off!"

"It's embarrassing!"

"I didn't look at anything." As Duan Yi said this, he inadvertently glanced at the part he was indicating, but his gaze was hurriedly withdrawn. "Even if I watched it, I had no choice but to do it!"

"What do you mean by necessity?" Lin Shuang found that his heartbeat was also accelerating, and he felt a little shy, but he allowed this feeling to rage strangely in the depths of his heart, and this raging just happened to soothe the sharp pain of the knife wound.

"It's a last resort—" Duan Yi couldn't explain. "You don't stop bleeding, how can I have the heart to see it, even if I do, I don't feel anything."

"You can't," Lin Shuang seemed to feel the hurt, and the double pain caused her to lower her voice. "Help me put on the quilt!"

"Oh," Duan Yi pulled across the quilt. "Yes!"

Lin Shuang was awkwardly dragged up by Duan Yi, and he clearly felt the strange touch caused by the chaotic support of his big hands at a loss.

And why is the big hand that inadvertently wanders with a hint of wantonness!

Duan Yifulin leaned on the head of the bed, helped her smooth the hair on her forehead, and picked up the bowl on the bedside table.

"This is the black chicken soup I made myself," Duan Yi said. "The chickens killed with your own hands, the feathers plucked by your own hands, are dedicated to replenishing women's blood."

"I'll do it myself," Lin said. "I've never been fed."

"yes, your hand didn't hurt." Duan Yi looked at Lin Shuangsi and inhaled a mouthful of soup. "I just found out today that the black chicken is pure black, not only the chicken skin, but even the bones are black, and I feel a little disgusting!"

Lin Shuang raised his eyes from the scoop on his lips, smiled awkwardly and did not speak.

"What? Doesn't taste right? Duan Yi said. I haven't drunk black chicken soup before, but I'm not going to drink it, it feels weird. ”

"Don't drink anymore!" Lin Shuang handed the bowl back. "I want to throw up."

"Oh, so what? Wait for me to bring the trash can. ”

"No need!"

"What's the situation? I'll help you press the Hukou acupoint, which is the acupuncture point for stomach healing. Duan Yi withdrew Lin Shuang's hand that he was trying to retract and pressed it gently.

There is a slight sourness that makes the can't help but chant with a slight three-fold soul timbre.

He looked intently at her frowning expression.

It suddenly seemed to her that the situation seemed a little out of place.

"You've said it all, who still has an appetite." She said.

"Oh, does it matter?" Duan Yi picked up the bowl and took a sip. "Tastes good"

It tastes really good.

Duan Yi brought the scoop full of soup to Lin Shuang's lips. "Black chicken specializes in supplementing women's blood, and I always feel inappropriate when I drink it."

"You still say!" Lin Shuang gave him a blank look. "But it's a little touching, it's the first time to feed someone!"

"I'm also moved," Duan Yi said. "Thank you for the first time."

Lin Shuang burst into tears, she thought of the first time else-

A long sigh -

After taking a sip of chicken broth.

Duan Yi felt that it was best to gently pat her shoulder at this moment.

He gently patted her shoulder.

She suddenly,

Suddenly pounced on his side.

He stretched out his left hand, which was holding the soup bowl, at a loss, and gently patted her back with sobbing, and his skin rich in subcutaneous fat was very tactful.

"I've always wanted to see you, but I can't muster the courage!" Lin Shuang sobbed. "I can't let go of my first love!"

"I'm just a farmer who has been in prison," Mr. Duan said. "See me where courage is needed. Is your first love handsome? ”

"Don't talk like that, you're good." Lin Shuang said. "You're my first love, I've never been in love."

"Really?" Duan Yi was touched by a certain feeling. "I'm so moved, but it's so heartbroken!"

"I'm so simple," Lin Shuang said sadly. "The night on the campus boulevard, why didn't you insist on one more temptation, I was about to give in that night, and the simplicity of my feelings made me go astray from the path of life."

"Oh-" Duan Yi was silent, thinking that if she insisted on playing hooligan that night, everyone's life trajectory might not be straight, and after three years in prison, the rapist also had to come out to farm, and she was also pregnant with a reluctant child on campus. Today's reunion will inevitably lead to the twists and turns of life again. "Actually, I'm more innocent!"

"Someday," Duan Yi said. "When I met your ex-husband named Yongjian, I would beat him up, just because he had a sick heart and a face thicker than the city wall, so I picked up the cheap you didn't know how to refuse because he was too simple!"

"Hmm!" Lin Shuang nodded in his arms.

Duan Yi tried to put down the soup bowl backwards, and wrapped his hands around the delicate body in his arms that was sobbing gently.

The warmth in the limited space brings out a trace of comfort.

The sudden raging wind and rain outdoors in the south, and the poignant momentum that was slowed down through the cracks in the door, in turn intensified the tranquility and warmth of the indoor warmth.

She let his restless hands roam freely, and she couldn't help but scream from the wound she had accidentally touched—