"You're so seriously injured, how could this happen?" Yao Muzixi looked at the flowing blood and was stunned for a while.
The man looked at him with a weak smile on his lips, and said softly: "It's okay, just help me clean it and bandage it and it'll be fine."
Yao Muzixi looked at his chest, feeling chills in waves. The injury was too serious. I really don't know how he suffered such serious injuries. Is it really because of me, as Shisha said?
"What? Don't you want to? Then I'll do it myself!" The man glanced at Yao Muzixi who was stunned, smiled slightly, and shouted out the door: "Shisha, bring me some water."
The hookah was waiting outside the door with water. When she heard him calling her, she took the water in. She walked straight to the man, skillfully wet the cloth and satin, wrung out the water, and wiped his wounds, but
No matter how I wiped him, the blood couldn't stop pouring out.
But the man's face became paler and his lips turned livid.
Shisha hurriedly covered the blood flowing from his wound with her hands, looking a little haggard. The tears on her face couldn't stop dripping onto her hand that was covering his wound.
"Why are you crying? You won't die." The man looked at her, the muscles on his face were twitching, but his tone was surprisingly calm.
Shisha shook his head and said loudly: "No, I won't let you die, I won't let you die."
The man gently pushed the hookah hand away, glanced at Yao Muzixi who was standing aside, and said softly: "Come and help me. She is too emotionally unstable. It seems that the bandage is not good."
Yao Muzixi glanced at him, nodded, walked forward, took the towel aside, put it aside, and carefully helped him deal with the dirt on the wound, but found that his skin started to turn purple.
Black, she glanced at the man and said softly: "Did he be poisoned? Otherwise, why did he turn purple-black in an instant?"
The man glanced down at the wounds and blood that had turned purple and black, and sighed softly: "It's God's will."
The hookah raised his head and glanced at the man's wound, pushed Yao Muzixi away, leaned down, and began to suck the black blood stains with his mouth. The man glanced at the hookah and felt a little distressed.
"I won't let anything happen to you. Even if I die, I will die. I will never let anything happen to you." He sucked out a big mouthful of dirty blood from the hookah, spit it out and said firmly. Then he started sucking the dirty blood again, one mouthful at a time.
As he continued to suck, the clear water in the basin had turned pitch black.
Slowly, the man's wound returned to its previous bright red color, and the skin and flesh became much smoother and no longer turned outward.
Yao Muzixi handed over the towel and wrapped the hookah around the man. After bandaging the wound, the hookah walked out of the room and vomited out the remaining blood in his mouth. Fortunately,
Hookah has internal power, otherwise it would be difficult to control the spread of poisonous blood, and you might be poisoned yourself.
The man lay down, closed his eyes, and gradually fell asleep, breathing evenly. He seemed to be tired for a long time!
Yao Muzixi didn't know what to do for a moment. Looking at the person on the bed, she felt the urge to lift his mask and see what was going on.
Yao Muzixi tiptoed to the bed and waved her hand in front of his eyes. There was no reaction. Yao Muzixi smiled proudly and stretched out her little hand, but before she could touch his mask, her hand was in the air.
was intercepted.
Yao Muzixi stared blankly at the man's outstretched hand: "So you're not asleep?"
With a slight exertion of his hand, the man pulled Yao Muzixi to his side and lay face to face with him. The man opened his eyes and smiled evilly, but said: "You are so impatient to know what I look like.
What?"
"I don't have one, I just..." Yao Muzixi said with a flushed face, then covered her eyes with her hands and shouted: "You are not dressed yet, don't look at me like this."
The man smiled and said nothing, but turned around and pressed Yao Muzixi under him. Yao Muzixi stared at him blankly and said awkwardly: "What are you going to do?"
"Don't you want to see me? I'll show you now!" The man said, smiling evilly, but fell down abruptly, without the strength to support his body anymore.
"Hey, you're very heavy!" Yao Muzixi helplessly pushed the person pressing on her, with a hint of resentment in her tone.
The man on top of Yao Muzixi lay motionless. Yao Muzixi pushed him away fiercely, took a big breath of fresh air, patted his chest and said: "Why does this guy always like to attack suddenly? I
It’s not like I know you very well, yet you actually kissed me!”
After Yao Muzixi said these words, he was immediately stunned. He kissed her. How could he kiss her? How could he?
Yao Muzixi quickly left the bed and the dangerous man, but the door was closed and she couldn't open it. Yao Muzixi looked helplessly at the man on the bed, sighed, and sat down
In front of the table, I poured some tea and drank it, then fell asleep in a daze.
Early the next morning, the man woke up early and saw Yao Muzixi sleeping on the table, so he gently picked her up and placed her on the bed where she had been lying before.
Hookah, standing outside looking at the man, her eyes a little distracted, she worked so hard to get it, why can Yao Muzixi get it without any effort? Could it be because she, Yao Muzixi, is a princess, and she
Just an ordinary woman?
In the room, the man looked at the woman on the bed affectionately, a beautiful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he gently stroked his face with his hand, it was such a smooth touch. He thought about the scene of him kissing her roughly before, but he felt in his heart
There was a hint of sweetness. But! He knew better than anyone what kind of relationship they had.
He turned around, looked at the hookah standing outside the door, and whispered: "Come in."
Shisha pushed them away and walked in, feeling a little disappointed and aching in his heart, but the moment he saw his An Ran smile, everything was relieved.
"Your Highness, when will we return to Jiang Country?" Shuiyan looked at the man with a look of anticipation.
The man just glanced blankly at the stunning woman on the bed and said calmly: "Let's not go back to Jiang Country yet. Let's take her back tomorrow!"
"Why? Why are you sending her back? How can she refine medicine for you if she doesn't return to Jiang Country? You don't have much time. If you don't seize this opportunity, when will there be a second chance?" Shisha looked at the man.
Her eyes were firmly opposed to what he meant.
"You don't need to persuade me, I have already made up my mind to let her go back. We will send her back tomorrow," the man said with firm eyes as he looked at the hookah.
"In this case, I will just obey His Highness the Prince's instructions." Shuiyan's voice seemed to have lost its previous domineering and sharp tone.