But the point of his words was that he didn't believe that she loved him. Hua Wuying closed her eyes helplessly, leaned on Leng Jiuming's chest, and listened to the rhythmic beating of a heart in her chest.

She was already very tired, she didn't want to say anything more, she just wanted to get close to the beating heart endlessly, only the faint coldness emanating from his body made her feel at ease, and at the same time made her extremely nostalgic.

The medicinal power on her body made Hua Wuying unbearable and hot, but she suppressed the instinct caused by the medicinal power, and went against the will of her body to make her already dizzy from lack of oxygen to her brain, if she could die in his arms like this, it would be her best end. Hua Wuying wanted to make a smile, but she couldn't do it anymore, her consciousness gradually blurred, she only knew that the only regret was not that she failed to tell Leng Jiuming her affection for him, but that she said it, but he didn't believe it.

In a daze, Hua Wuying felt the warm liquid flowing into his mouth, the liquid was the fishy sweetness of blood, and in this fishy sweetness, there was an indescribable faint and cold fragrance. After this liquid entered her throat, Hua Wuying immediately felt that the churning in her body had stopped a lot, in order to prevent herself from following her instincts under the medicinal power and doing something that Leng Jiuming felt unbearable, Hua Wuying used all the spiritual power that she gradually recovered from her body to suppress the medicinal power, so that her life would be in danger at any time.

Hua Wuying thought she was going to die, but when the inexplicable liquid entered her throat, her body's instinct to survive made her desperately suck the liquid that kept flowing into her mouth like crazy, and the liquid made her feel better, but at this time she didn't know that it was Leng Jiuming's blood.

After a long time, the medicinal properties in Hua Wuying's body were finally removed, and after she recovered her consciousness, she was shocked that something was wrong, she raised her eyes to look at Leng Jiuming, the person who was holding him turned a lot paler, his blue eyes were like a calm sea, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and the herbal fragrance and faint coldness on his body were a lot lighter, to be precise, it was not light, but was covered by the extra bloody aura on his body.

"Are you injured?" Hua Wuying suddenly left Leng Jiuming's embrace, his anxious gaze surveying his body, and finally locked on the wrist of his left hand. The wrist of his left hand was wrapped in a piece of white silk torn from his shirt, and although it was thickly wrapped, blood oozed from it.

Hua Wuying looked at the blood stains that had darkened, and pursed her lips unconsciously, there was still a sweet smell of blood on her lips, even if she was just delirious, but now she couldn't know what had just happened, Leng Jiuming actually cut his wrist and asked her to drink his blood.

Hua Wuying's heart was pinched tightly, she didn't have time to study why Leng Jiuming's blood could allow her to remove the toxicity, she only knew that Leng Jiuming's face was pale because of excessive blood loss at this time, she couldn't imagine that if her medicinal properties couldn't be removed, she couldn't wake up, would Leng Jiuming just like this, and died of blood loss because of saving her.

"Why, why are you doing this. Hua Wuying picked up Leng Jiuming's wrist and whispered to check his wounds.

Leng Jiuming withdrew his hand quietly, with a hint of imperceptible weakness in his deep voice, "I said that I wouldn't let you die, and I also said that you suffered all this because of me, and I will compensate you." ”

"Compensate me, is that how you compensate?" Hua Wuying said and slapped his palm on the shackles that were still locked in the other hand, this palm she didn't use internal force, after all, it was flesh and blood, and the palm of her hand was immediately stabbed and bleeding by sharp stabs outside the shackles, and the smell of blood in the prison room added a touch of heaviness.

Although Hua Wuying asked softly, she was very angry in her heart, he said to compensate her, but he hurt himself, what is the difference between this and hurting her?

Hua Wuying's bleeding palm was immediately pulled over by Leng Jiuming, his blue eyes were cold again, although the blood loss made him look sickly pale, but it still did not reduce his terrifying temperament, "You dare to hurt yourself in front of me?!"

Didn't she ask him if he dared to say that he loved her? She heard as she wished, that he really loved her, that she knew so, but she still hurt herself in front of him, was she torturing herself, or was she torturing him?

"I hurt myself? Do you feel uncomfortable? Then do you know that you are even more uncomfortable like this! Don't you don't believe in my affection for you? Then why do you have to do this, you let me die, can't we have nothing to do with each other?!" Hua Wuying took advantage of Leng Jiuming's anger to be unprepared, suddenly grabbed his left hand, and tore open the white silk wrapped around his wrist, exposing the terrifying wound.

Leng Jiuming's slightly closed eyes flashed a sharp light for a moment, he didn't want to hear anything from her mouth about death, about nothing to do with it, he withdrew his hand, the wound cracked open again under the vigorous movement, and blood flowed down his fingertips, "You said I don't believe you, how do you let me believe you?, how do you let me believe that you love not Yan Nanfei but me?!"

As soon as Leng Jiuming's words fell as cold as an ice thorn, Hua Wuying threw himself into his arms without warning, sealing the question he was about to say next in his throat.

The soft and warm lips and tongue invaded jerkyly, and something seemed to explode in Leng Jiuming's mind. The sudden heat made him dizzy, as if in addition to the medicinal properties on Hua Wuying's body and he himself was deeply poisoned, he didn't let go of her again, tightened his arms, and took the initiative to take her breath.

"Leng Jiuming, do you believe it now? You also know that the medicinal properties in my body have been removed from ......" The intertwined lips and tongues separated, the breath in the ears burned, and the words of the flower without a shadow spread out like ripples.

"Do you have to be like this, don't you regret it?" Leng Jiuming held on for a little clarity, a pair of blue eyes with heat looked deeply into her eyes, and his hoarse voice was full of unbearable.

"Jiuming, I only love you alone, and I will never regret it. With the sound of the words, Leng Jiuming didn't say anything more, love or not, why do you need to express it in words at this moment.

Under the flickering lights, the two figures on the wall converged into one, and they could no longer distinguish each other, as if some kind of restrained tide broke out for a long time, and the surging desire was irresistible.

Hua Wuying was driven by Leng Jiuming, swept into the endless seabed by the whirlpool, but she never thought of breaking free, she just wanted to sink in this suffocation, as if everything had left her, leaving only Leng Jiuming who made her heart haunt her.

For example, the prison cell of Shura's hell seemed to fall into madness at this moment, and the rapid breathing rose to the scorching temperature, and the cold air merged to form a mist, and the room was beautiful.

"Call me. Everything in front of him was blurred, as if the previous killing in the cell had never existed, and the previous dispute had never existed, and Hua Wuying trembled at that sentence, and the demonic timbre could confuse her heart, and he asked her to call him by the most affectionate name.

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