Time is constantly passing, and I don't know how long it has been in this cold ice cellar, Song Wei has only seen him again after the time he hugged her.

Just as Chi Yao looked at her face, she suddenly felt dizzy, and she was sucked into this body, so she didn't see Song Wei who just came in.

She subconsciously wanted to hold her forehead with her hand, wanting to relieve the powerful dizziness.

But she didn't want to wait for it to be touched, Song Wei on the side squinted her eyes and grabbed her hand, and said in a gloomy tone: "Awake?" ”

Chi Yao was frightened by this voice, and looked at Song Wei with a hint of fear in his eyes, but he didn't want to be this trace of fear that broke the string of his last sanity.

His demonic appearance looked at her body with red eyes, and his bony hands slowly caressed her neck, like a lover's whisper, and then slowly tightened the strength of his hands, tilting his head to look at her.

As his strength tightened, Chi Yao's breathing became more and more difficult, she wanted to struggle to pull his hand down, but she was defeated in the face of absolute strength, looking at her struggling and weak appearance, Song Wei became more excited, the red at the corners of her eyes also became bewitching, and the whole person revealed a bloodthirsty sense of excitement.

Seeing that his temperament gradually became demonic, Chi Yao also gave up the struggle with a ruthless heart and closed his eyes silently.

Just when Song Wei's mind was still indulging in this inexplicable excitement.

Suddenly, a trace of wetness was on his wrist, and a teardrop soaked his inky black sleeve, which made him retract his thoughts and quickly put his hand back.

Chi Yao gulped in the air, the fresh air rushed into her wide open mouth, and her body fell back to the ice bed weakly, coughing and touching her neck

Looking at the marks left on her fair skin by her pinched red neck, the soft and weak fingertips touched the red marks, her eyes unconsciously darkened, and her throat rolled.

The bony hands stroked up again, gently grasped the soft hands, slowly ran her fingertips across her neck, and then placed her hands on her neck with a forceful gesture.

Rubbing her fingertips over the larynx, she tapped it gently, then put her hand on her neck, and said in a demonic voice with a slight demagogy.

"Hard!"

Chi Yao shook off his hand like an electric shock, and said with a look of disbelief: "You are crazy! ”

"Crazy?"

Song Wei chuckled lightly and continued.

"Yaoyao, I've been crazy for a long time, so can you save me?"

Song Wei leaned on her affectionately, gently hugged her into his arms, and absorbed his last trace of warmth.

Looking at his seemingly strong surface, what was revealed was all the fragility and despair that Chi Yao had never seen.

Before Chi Yao could speak, suddenly, a belated dizziness made her fall asleep, and her body fell weakly into his arms.

Song Wei gently took her pulse, looked at her pale face, hugged her tightly into his arms, kept rubbing the top of her hair with his chin, and pulled her broken hair behind her ears with her fingertips, like a whisper between lovers.

Then a princess carried her out of the ice cellar, but the tall back revealed this desperate sense of rupture, he looked down at the person who had fainted in his arms, and said in a low tone.

"This time, I won't let anyone else take you again."

(End of chapter)