"Ming ......"

Under this bewildering voice and the warm breath that brushed her ears, she couldn't refuse anything to him. Hua Wuying intermittently called Leng Jiuming's name, and slowly tightened the white and soft arms that surrounded her, she said that she didn't want to leave him in her life, she wanted to stay by his side forever and put him in the deepest part of her heart......

The messy hair was stained with thin sweat and stuck to the side of the face, and the fine sweat on the wings of the nose was not because of the pleasure wine, but it turned out to be salty with the mellow aroma of fine wine. There was a thirst that she had never felt before, and Hana Wuying involuntarily indulged in it, as if she was really drunk.

In her eyes, except for the handsome and bewitching face, there is no room for anything else at the moment.

Leng Jiuming's frowning eyebrows had beads of sweat slipping down, and the long hair like ink fell down, sticking to the neck of Hua Wuying, and with the shaking of a piece of black hair, the spots left on the slender and white neck could be faintly seen crimson.

The iron chains that still bound Hua Wuyin connected to the stone wall behind her with a thud, and the cold clash of metal was mixed with another kind of stirring heat. Strands of hair were rendered inky, and half-lit candles cast shadows overlapping on the walls.

The cold metal impact from the clash of chains in the dungeon could no longer be heard, Hua Wuying and Leng Jiuming could only hear the buzzing in their ears, and the sound of heartbeats overlapped together like drums constantly agitated, and they couldn't tell whether it was their own or the other's.

Powerful hearts beat violently in each other's chests, as if they were about to jump out of their chests, and the charm of a room isolated everything, as if this was not a prison cell, not Jiang Wanmei's Water Moon Palace, and there was no bloody mess in the place after the killing.

The metal impact of the iron chains was mixed with some intermittent sounds, and no one knew how it stopped in the end, and the emotions ignited under the interweaving of love and resentment were too strong to be easily dissolved. The two people who are immersed in it lose their sense of the passage of time, as well as of everything around them.

When Hua Wuying's hand came out of the shackles, the sweat on the two of them had wet their hair and underwear, and the discomfort caused by the blood and sweat intertwined in a wound that invaded the whipping made Hua Wuying wake up from it, none of them knew why it had evolved to this point in this enemy's prison cell, starting with a killing and dispute, and finally evolving to this point, as if they didn't have too many memories before, the only thing they remember was the whispers that brushed their ears again and again and the infinitely rising heat on their bodies.

......

Hua Wuying was lying on the bed, and after bathing, she felt much better, and the injuries left by Jiang Wanmei's whipping were also treated by Leng Jiuming.

Her internal strength and spiritual power have recovered at some point, they have eaten some things, they are all prepared by Leng Jiuming, at this time they seem to be in a certain bedroom in the Water Moon Palace, Jiang Wanmei's subordinates have already disappeared, and they may have been easily cleaned up when Leng Jiuming went to look for food and medicine again.

"Do you feel better?" Leng Jiuming sat on the edge of the bed, reached out to stroke her long hair that was still dripping with water after bathing, and gently placed it in the palm of her hand to dry her with internal force.

Hua Wuying looked at the wounds on her body that had been medicated, and the wounds that had washed away the blood turned out some red flesh, but the whip marks left by Jiang Wanmei had gradually dissipated a lot as soon as they were medicated.

Hua Wuying narrowed her eyes slightly, she didn't answer, she didn't know what to say, and she didn't expect that she would take the initiative to do such a thing to Leng Jiuming in the enemy's prison cell, in the blur of flesh and blood all over the ground, when the power of the pleasure wine had been removed.

Although she truly loved him, and she received a satisfactory answer from his mouth that he loved her, it was more or less ridiculous to do such a thing on such an occasion.

"I'm fine. Hua Wuying took his long half-dried hair from Leng Jiuming's palm, and after taking a deep look at him, he closed his eyes slightly, "Yan Nanfei didn't die, and I never loved him, the reason why I said this in Nanwushan that day......"

So far, she doesn't want any more estrangement between her and Leng Jiuming, some people, some love, get it, and they will never let go.

Hua Wuying finished telling what had happened, only hearing a few chuckles from Leng Jiuming, and then being hugged into his warm and cold arms, "I believe you this time." ”

After Leng Jiuming finished speaking, his voice was cold, and he said: "There is no need to mention the previous matter, but you remember, no matter what, I will not allow you to hurt yourself again!"

"But you should also know, so do I, how can I see you let that madman Wu Kaiyuan manipulate in order to save me!" Hua Wuying suddenly pushed Leng Jiuming away, thinking of Wu Kaiyuan, the hatred in her heart was always hard to eliminate, and it was really too cheap for him to fall off the cliff and die.

Hua Wuying was angry, but Leng Jiuming was still calm, as if what she said, the torture he had experienced was just a dream worth mentioning, he calmly took her again, "As long as you take care of yourself, there will be no next time." ”

Hua Wuying looked suspiciously into his azure blue eyes, the calmer he appeared, the more uneasy Hua Wuying became, and looked away at him for a moment, and finally rested on the wound on his left wrist.

She took his hand and stroked the wound that had been bandaged, and before Hua Wuying could speak, Leng Jiuming withdrew her hand without a trace, and her slender and powerful palm patted her shoulder gently, "Don't think about it, take a good rest and we'll leave here." ”

"Good. The words that came to his lips were finally swallowed by Hua Wuying, and she only said one word as he wished. Then he closed his eyes and lay back on the bed, and let out a sigh softly.

The two of them didn't speak again, Leng Jiuming covered Hua Wuying with a thin quilt, there were many marks on her body, in addition to the lock marks on her hands and feet, and the whip marks left by Jiang Wanmei, there were also bright colors, the crimson he left on her.

couldn't help but reach out and gently tudle between her hair, Leng Jiuming leaned over, lowered her head and grabbed the tender March peach petals, and tossed and turned carefully, moisturizing things silently like spring rain.

After tasting it, Leng Jiuming stepped back and stood up, Hua Wuying didn't need to look to know that the person who was always cold and arrogant in front of people, calm and calm, now looked a little tired.

She wanted to reach out and hold him, but he had already left from the bedside, and on the bed behind him, Hua Wuying opened his eyes and watched his back leave, and his gaze did not retract for a long time.

Falling asleep because of exhaustion, Hua Wuying seemed to feel the heat around her half-asleep, a warm chest with a faint coldness, a familiar touch, and a gentle lip flap fell on her shoulder, from the side of her neck down...... It was Leng Jiuming's body, and she was familiar with the fragrance of herbs and the faint coldness.

Hua Wuying may have really fallen asleep, or thought it was in a dream, she didn't open her eyes, and let the familiar warm touch hit her......

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