Song Miao's body convulsed and spasmed, her face was as white as paper, and she was still shining with a layer of moist water, and her hair was wet with sweat on her face and neck.

Her eyes were slightly open, her forehead was throbbing, her lips were pursed, and she looked half-conscious.

He Yanqiu looked at it for a moment and stepped forward to carry Song Miao to the bed, but he didn't want to, as soon as his hand touched Song Miao, Song Miao reacted too aggressively and grabbed his wrist, and his eyelids were raised immediately, coldly and quietly towards him.

Just by holding his wrist, He Yanqiu could also see that Song Miao was good and should have a few moments.

He whispered, "I'll carry you to bed." ”

Song Miao's reaction was a little sluggish, staring at him for two seconds before letting go of his hand, but his eyes were still looking at him, but his eyes were full of tears and grievances.

He Yanqiu looked at her for a moment before picking up Song Miao.

At this time, Song Miao felt a sharp pain again, as if she had been invisibly smashed and torn, every part of her body was hurting, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

She clutched He Yanqiu's clothes, closed her eyes tightly, held her breath, and whispered helplessly: "It hurts ......"

Hearing her cry out in pain, He Yanqiu looked down at her again, only to see that her face was so big that her eyebrows and eyes were twisted, her teeth were biting her white lips, and the sweat was oozing out and quickly leaking into the thick hair......

He put the person on the bed and didn't do anything immediately, but stood on the side of the bed and looked thoughtfully at Song Miao, who was convulsive and spasmodic.

And Song Xiaoman, who had been standing aside with a rabbit doll, saw He Yanqiu hugging Song Miao to bed, she also climbed onto the bed and put her palm on Song Miao's face.

After a few minutes, Song Miao's situation seemed to have eased a bit, and Song Xiaoman also took his hand back.

Song Miao was not completely unconscious, she knew that Song Xiaoman had gone out before, and she also knew that she had brought someone back, and she also knew that the person she brought back was He Yanqiu.

It was also He Yanqiu who carried her to bed.

But because of the sober consciousness, the pain of tearing and healing of the soul is particularly clear, and this pain will last for several hours.

After the sharp pain just now gradually subsided, Song Miao relaxed a little, her eyelids fluttered a few times, and then she opened her eyes, and her tearful eyes looked at the man beside the bed without waves.

He Yanqiu asked without saltiness: "Do I need to take you to the hospital?" ”

Song Miao closed her eyes again, and said weakly: "No." ”

In her current situation, going to the hospital won't make any difference, as long as she stays up until dawn, it's almost fine.

It's just that these few hours will be extremely difficult, because the pain of the soul tearing will be stronger and stronger each time.

He Yanqiu just said it casually, and seeing that Song Miao rejected him, it would be easy for him to do so, so he said, "Then you have a good rest, I'll go first." ”

Song Miao pursed her lips and didn't speak, hearing the footsteps of him leaving, she still opened her eyes, and her eyes were misty and looked at the man's back.

Listening to the sound of the door opening, she couldn't hold back: "Stop!" ”

He Yanqiu stopped, and listened to Song Miao say, "If you leave this room tonight, our transaction will be null and void!" ”

Her voice was soft, and she was still a little panting after saying this, but it was full of threat.

Speaking of which, naturally nothing is more important than Mingwei's life.

He Yanqiu returned to the room, lowered his eyes to look at Song Miao's pale and weak face, and asked, "What do you want me to do?" ”

Song Miao was slightly stunned, she didn't actually want He Yanqiu to do anything, at that moment, she just wanted to keep him and didn't want him to go.

After a while, she moved her body into the bed and said, "Come up." ”

He Yanqiu glanced at Song Miao, and then at Song Xiaoman, who was sitting on the other side of Song Miao, and paused for two seconds before lying down next to Song Miao.

As soon as He Yanqiu lay down, Song Miao immediately drilled into his arms, and said to Song Xiaoman, who was left aside: "Xiaoman turned his back and went to sleep." ”

Song Xiaoman was really obedient, turned his back and pouted and lay down.

Soon, the sharp pain of tearing hit again, and Song Miao almost felt that he couldn't resist it, so it was better to die headlong.

She writhed and struggled in He Yanqiu's arms, tears fell unconsciously, and she couldn't stop moaning and crying out in pain.

In such a situation, He Yanqiu naturally couldn't sleep well, but he couldn't empathize with Song Miao's pain.

Therefore, every time Song Miao was in pain, he just watched from the sidelines, watching her struggle in pain, and even observed some patterns.

Song Miao would have pain about twice an hour, and the duration would generally be about fifteen to twenty minutes, and there might be about ten minutes in the middle that would be a little better.

The last two times, probably really fainted from pain, Song Miao also said some nonsense, and when she couldn't help it, she took a few bites on He Yanqiu's shoulder and neck, and she saw blood deeply.

When the sky was bright, Song Miao calmed down, as if she had a serious illness, and she was too weak to do it.

The clothes on her body were soaked with sweat, and Song Miao was very uncomfortable, but she really didn't have the strength to go to the bathroom to take a shower by herself, so she could only command the man next to her.

She opened her mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to take a shower." ”