When he touched Ji Xiuran's cheek, Zhao Ningchu's pupils shrank slightly, and he opened and closed his mouth and whispered something.
Ji Xiuran's eyes instantly turned red. The moment he gently held Zhao Ningchu in his arms, he heard what the girl said.
She said: "Ji Xiuran, you bastard!"
She said: "You bastard, you piece of shit!"
These few curse words came back and forth.
Ji Xiuran kept saying sorry.
Zhao Ningchu regained her composure, looked at the man hugging her in front of her, raised her hand, and slapped the face she thought about day and night hard.
The snap sounded unusually harsh in this quiet mountain.
Ji Xiuran seemed to feel no pain and hugged Zhao Ningchu tightly: "Ah Chu!"
Zhao Ningchu struggled, regardless of his injuries, and stretched out his hand to hit Ji Xiuran's back.
"Asshole, let me go, let me go..."
Ji Xiuran hugged Zhao Ningchu so tightly without resisting or making a sound, letting her hit him to vent his unhappiness and resentment.
"Let me go, you bastard!"
Zhao Ningchu struggled and pushed Ji Xiuran away.
Ji Xiuran was unprepared and fell backwards.
I didn't know what hit my back, and suddenly I felt a sharp pain.
Ji Xiuran couldn't help but let out a muffled sound.
Regardless of the pain in his body, he sat up straight again, held Zhao Ningchu in his arms, and kept murmuring: "Achu, I'm sorry..."
"Let me go...bastard, bastard, I hate you so much..."
Zhao Ningchu was scolding and beating hysterically, but this time, even though Ji Xiuran's body was in pain, he was reluctant to let go.
God knows how much he suffered during this time.
But what made him even more uncomfortable was that Zhao Ningchu hated him.
"Don't hate me, please..."
Ji Xiuran's voice was trembling, as if he was afraid of something?
"Mr. Ji..."
Suddenly, Su Yang's voice came from above. Ji Xiuran hugged Zhao Ningchu and said without even raising his eyes: "She is injured!"
"We'll find someone to come down right away!"
"Ji Xiuran..."
Zhao Ningchu suddenly spoke.
Ji Xiuran hugged Zhao Ningchu's hand tightly: "I'm here!"
"Why do you still show up~"
After she was disappointed time and time again, it gave her such a big shock.
Yes, Zhao Ningchu was not surprised that Ji Xiuran was still alive.
She was too scared, afraid that this time the dream would be so realistic.
While talking, she hit and pinched Ji Xiuran again, as if only in this way could she truly feel that this time, Ji Xiuran was really back.
At this moment, Ji Xiuran's lips were pursed tightly, and his expression looked a little forbearing. He said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, Ah Chu, I'm sorry..."
He can't seem to find anything else to say except these three words.
Zhao Ningchu pushed him away hard: "Go away, I don't want to see you..."
Ji Xiuran, a tall man, was pushed by her and fell to the ground again.
At this moment, Zhao Ningchu was so angry that he didn't even notice why Ji Xiuran's face turned pale.
He supported his injured body, stood up slowly, and came to Zhao Ningchu again.
"I picked you up and you were hurt!"
"I don't need..."
Zhao Ningchu pushed him away again, and slowly stood up while holding on to the branches on the side.
Gradually, the rain stopped and the sun came out.
Only then did she realize that this place was not a cave at all, but down a slope.
She wanted to leave Ji Xiuran proudly, but the stinging pain from her ankle made it difficult for her to stand, let alone climb up.
"Achu, let me carry you up..."
After saying that, he walked forward and picked up Zhao Ningchu.
Zhao Ningchu made fists with both hands and slapped him again and again: "Let me go, I don't need..."
"Stop being brave, I'm holding you, they won't be able to come for a while."
"Let me go! I don't want you to hug me!"
"Then I'll carry you!"
After saying that, he released Zhao Ningchu and squatted in front of her.
Zhao Ningchu looked at the man squatting in front of her, her nose felt a little sore, she sniffed, then reluctantly leaned over and climbed onto Ji Xiuran's back and hugged his neck.
Ji Xiuran just carried Zhao Ningchu up the stairs with difficulty. At this time, Su Yang led several people and rushed to the two of them: "Mr. Ji..."
When Su Yang saw Ji Xiuran's pale face, he immediately exclaimed: "Mr. Ji, are you okay?"
Ji Xiuran shook his head: "It's okay, let's go!"
"Let me carry my wife. Your injuries are not healed yet. The wounds are all open."
Zhao Ningchu heard Su Yang's words and said in a daze: "What kind of wound? Where is the wound!"
While talking, he struggled to get off Ji Xiuran's back.
Zhao Ningchu was stunned when he saw the bright red blood on the white clothes in front of him.
Why is there so much blood?
She only had pain in her feet and back, but her front was not injured.
The next second, Zhao Ningchu's eyes fell on Ji Xiuran. When she saw his pale cheeks, she stepped forward and pulled open his big black coat. When she saw the blood stains on the hospital gown inside,
Zhao Ningchu froze.
"you……"
Ji Xiuran struggled to smile: "I'm fine..."
After saying that, he fell directly to the ground.
Zhao Ningchu reached out to pick it up, but Ji Xiuran was so tall that she couldn't hold him, and the two of them fell heavily to the ground.
Su Yang saw this and hurried forward: "Madam, Mr. Ji has fainted, please send him to the hospital quickly!"
Zhao Ningchu nodded suddenly: "Okay, okay..."
There were many things she wanted to ask, but the time was not right now.
Everyone carried Ji Xiuran and put it on the stretcher they brought. Zhao Ningchu stood aside and watched blankly. When he saw Ji Xiuran being carried away, Zhao Ningchu took steps to follow.
But as soon as he took a step, he felt a stab of pain in his ankle. Zhao Ningchu stumbled and fell to the ground again.
At this time, Su Yang noticed something strange about Zhao Ningchu and quickly stopped: "Madam, are you okay?"
Zhao Ningchu shook his head: "I'm fine, you take him to the hospital first and don't worry about me!"
"I have contacted Ran Ran and she will be here soon. Please wait a moment while I take Mr. Ji to the hospital first."
Zhao Ningchu nodded and said nothing.
She sat there blankly, her head still a mess.
She looked down at the blood on her body, and everything that happened just now was so real.
Ji Xiuran is really back.
When Gu Ran and He Jingzhi rushed over, they were frightened to see Zhao Ningchu sitting on the ground covered in blood.
"Achu..."
The two of them ran towards Zhao Ningchu.
"It's okay!"
Zhao Ningchu looked at Gu Ran and shook her head slightly: "It's okay..."
After saying that, he slowly stood up with his body propped up, but before he could stand firmly, he suddenly felt the ground turn, and then his vision went dark, and he fell directly towards the ground and fell unconscious.
When Zhao Ningchu woke up, she found herself lying in the hospital.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, her previous memories returning.
Ji Xiuran!
Zhao Ningchu suddenly thought of something and sat up from the hospital bed.