Ding Yiyi stared at him, "I need to confirm again. Are you serious about what you said just now?"

"No." He pursed his lips, stood up and walked towards the room first, and suddenly turned around, "If he got in the way of finding that place, then what he had just said might be true."

Ding Yiyi followed him silently. Everything in the room was still there, but the scarf was gone. Dongqing sat on the bed, grinning at the wound on her arms that was as swollen as the size of a meatball.

"I need scissors and needles, do you have one here?" he asked with his head down.

The sound of footsteps sounded in the room, followed by the sound of rummaging through the plastic bag. Ding Yiyi walked to him with scissors and disinfectant.

Suddenly, the disinfectant poured to the ground, and the white and tender hands grabbed the scissor handle, and the sharp edge of the scissors stabbed the man's neck artery.

Holly restrained the expression on her face, her voice cold, "What does it mean."

Ding Yiyi's hands trembled again, and she had to hold them tighter. The scissors were closer to the thin and tender skin, and the skin was sunken, and the blue blood vessels could be seen.

"Do you want to kill me?" Dongqing's hand moved back quietly. When he touched the small, cold weapon on his waist, his eyes became more and more obedient, "If you have something to discuss."

She looked at him, "I won't kill you, I just want to tell you, don't have any harmful thoughts to him, if there really is one day, I won't let you go."

"Hahahaha." Holly was stunned at first, then burst into laughter, even regardless of the sharp objects pressed against his neck, "So I say women are stupid. You hide from him, but you don't allow others to hurt him.

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Ding Yiyi looked at his arrogant smile and said a sudden sentence, "Is Aoyu a stupid woman too?"

A false smile suddenly disappeared from his face. The name seemed to have been so long that it took him a certain amount of time to recall it.

She found that those two words had great magic power on him, as if they could instantly remove all his vitality and confidence. She began to regret it and shouldn't have said her quickly.

It took a long time, so long that she thought it had been several hours before he spoke again, "I need to treat the wound, if you are afraid, leave first."

She slowly shook her head and placed the disinfectant and gauze aside, but she didn't know what he wanted to do with tweezers and scissors.

Holly picked up the scissors, reached her arm as far as possible, took a deep breath, and then used the scissors to cut the wound that was stuck together because of the pus.

Ding Yiyi swallowed her saliva in difficulty, staring at him like a demon, cutting her wound with a pair of scissors, and blood couldn't wait to flow down his arm.

Sweat as big as beans came out of his forehead, and the sweat dripped into his eyes and slid down his smooth and flawless cheeks. Suddenly, the soft face towel gently wiped his forehead. He looked up in surprise and looked at the face towel.

, focus all over the woman staring at the wound.

The wound was cut open, and the movements were rude. The muscles on the main part were as red as if they had been braised, and even the nose had a faint smell of blood.

"Give me the tweezers." He gritted his teeth and said with a painful expression.

Ding Yiyi handed him the tweezers and accidentally touched his cold hand. In a blink of an eye, the cold hand had already pulled away.

The silver-white tweezers were put into the bloody muscles. He couldn't help but whine in a low growl and took out a stone stained with red blood in a painful roar.
Chapter completed!