Nuo An frowned slightly, feeling that Ning Yazhi's mind was indeed crazy, so he couldn't help but remind him: "Sir, something is not right with Miss Ning Yazhi. Broken glass is piercing her flesh. Her consciousness seems to be very scattered. If she doesn't deal with the wound, she will...
There is danger."
Nuo An's words made Mu Chengfeng's anger drop slightly. He stared at her coldly with dark eyes. Her eyes were indeed distracted, and the injury on her forehead was very serious. He was furious at that time, and the force with which he threw it was very heavy, otherwise the glass
The bottle would not have been broken on the spot. Only then did he discover that there was a wound on her forehead, and even her face had some fragments stuck in it. No wonder her face was covered with shocking bloodstains.
I deeply regretted it.
The feeling of regret was like a poisonous snake biting his heart, an indescribable and uncomfortable feeling.
The first time I experienced this feeling, my heart felt like it had been bitten to pieces, with no good piece of meat left, but I didn't know how to get rid of that hateful poisonous snake.
His hand pressed hard on the soles of Ning Yazhi's feet.
Nuo An's face changed greatly: "Sir, what are you going to do!" It was already painful, but if he pressed it hard like this, it would kill Ning Yazhi.
This time, Ning Yazhi groaned in pain, but at the same time she seemed to calm down a little. The extreme pain made her regain some sense.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she found Mu Chengfeng squatting beside the bed, holding her bloody feet in one hand, and the bright red footprints on his clothes, she knew without guessing that she had stepped on them intentionally.
Mu Chengfeng just wanted her to wake up, otherwise he would let her continue to go crazy and there would be no way to deal with the wound.
Ning Yazhi frowned: "What do you want to do?"
He curled his lips coldly: "Aren't you afraid of pain?" As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out a piece of broken glass cruelly and directly.
Ning Ya was so painful that she broke into cold sweat and breathed in cold air: "It hurts!" She held the bed sound tightly with her hands and glared at him hatefully.
There was also a line of blood on the left side of Mu Chengfeng's face, which made his face look particularly charming. Mixed with his coldness, it seemed to transform into the ultimate beauty, which was very alluring.
He sneered: "How painful is it?! Does this hurt?" His slender fingers were covered with blood, and suddenly he touched the soles of her feet very gently, as if a feather was brushing against her, slightly itchy, mixed with pain, as if
Chemical agents generally produce an indescribable sense of pleasure instantly.
Ning Yazhi was not unfamiliar with this feeling at all, he did it on purpose! She gritted her teeth bitterly, feeling that he was so hateful! Was it fun to torment her in various ways?
She blurted out desperately: "Mu Chengfeng, do you care so much about whether it hurts me? Are you falling in love with me? You have a mixture of love and hate for me, and you can't stop, right?"
She was actually talking nonsense. After the words came out of her mouth, she had no idea what she was talking about. It was just that Mu Chengfeng's actions and tone made her unbearable, so she tried every means to hit him back.
Since he caused her pain, she would not make it easy for him;
Why can he insult her and torture her arbitrarily, but she can't fight back at him as much as possible?
After saying that, I found that his strength suddenly increased, and I couldn't help but groan.
She wanted to take her foot back, but he seemed to have guessed her movements and held it tightly, not giving her a chance to shrink her foot.
The slender fingers still repeated their gentle movements, the pain and pleasure were mixed together, she could hardly help herself, and her hands were at a loss to grasp the sheets tightly.
Feeling her pain, he moved a little softer. Nuo An frowned slightly, feeling that Ning Yazhi's mind was indeed crazy, so he couldn't help but remind: "Sir, there is something wrong with Miss Ning Yazhi, the broken glass is piercing her flesh.
Go, her consciousness seems to be very scattered, and she will be in danger if she doesn't treat the wound."
Nuo An's words made Mu Chengfeng's anger drop slightly. He stared at her coldly with dark eyes. Her eyes were indeed distracted, and the injury on her forehead was very serious. He was furious at that time, and the force with which he threw it was very heavy, otherwise the glass
The bottle would not have been broken on the spot. Only then did he discover that there was a wound on her forehead, and even her face had some fragments stuck in it. No wonder her face was covered with shocking bloodstains.
I deeply regretted it.
The feeling of regret was like a poisonous snake biting his heart, an indescribable and uncomfortable feeling.
The first time I experienced this feeling, my heart felt like it had been bitten to pieces, with no good piece of meat left, but I didn't know how to get rid of that hateful poisonous snake.
His hand pressed hard on the soles of Ning Yazhi's feet.
Nuo An's face changed greatly: "Sir, what are you going to do!" It was already painful, but if he pressed it hard like this, it would kill Ning Yazhi.
This time, Ning Yazhi groaned in pain, but at the same time she seemed to calm down a little. The extreme pain made her regain some sense.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she found Mu Chengfeng squatting beside the bed, holding her bloody feet in one hand, and the bright red footprints on his clothes, she knew without guessing that she had stepped on them intentionally.
Mu Chengfeng just wanted her to wake up, otherwise he would let her continue to go crazy and there would be no way to deal with the wound.
Ning Yazhi frowned: "What do you want to do?"
He curled his lips coldly: "Aren't you afraid of pain?" As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out a piece of broken glass cruelly and directly.
Ning Ya was so painful that she broke into cold sweat and breathed in cold air: "It hurts!" She held the bed sound tightly with her hands and glared at him hatefully.
There was also a line of blood on the left side of Mu Chengfeng's face, which made his face look particularly charming. Mixed with his coldness, it seemed to transform into the ultimate beauty, which was very alluring.
He sneered: "How painful is it?! Does this hurt?" His slender fingers were covered with blood, and suddenly he touched the soles of her feet very gently, as if a feather was brushing against her, slightly itchy, mixed with pain, as if
Chemical agents generally produce an indescribable sense of pleasure instantly.
Ning Yazhi was not unfamiliar with this feeling at all, he did it on purpose! She gritted her teeth bitterly, feeling that he was so hateful! Was it fun to torment her in various ways?
She blurted out desperately: "Mu Chengfeng, do you care so much about whether it hurts me? Are you falling in love with me? You have a mixture of love and hate for me, and you can't stop, right?"
She was actually talking nonsense. After the words came out of her mouth, she had no idea what she was talking about. It was just that Mu Chengfeng's actions and tone made her unbearable, so she tried every means to hit him back.
Since he caused her pain, she would not make it easy for him;
Why can he insult her and torture her arbitrarily, but she can't fight back at him as much as possible?
After saying that, I found that his strength suddenly increased, and I couldn't help but groan.
She wanted to take her foot back, but he seemed to have guessed her movements and held it tightly, not giving her a chance to shrink her foot.
The slender fingers still repeated their gentle movements, the pain and pleasure were mixed together, she could hardly help herself, and her hands were at a loss to grasp the sheets tightly.