Things changed, and after Qianfan died, she was moved by the feeling that they were the only ones for each other, and her heart became quieter.
"Li Ying?" She bit her lower lip lightly and brushed her fingertips on his chest.
He frowned, and although he didn't scream, a trace of pain still flashed across his face.
Yanran suddenly remembered that she had stabbed him with a dagger before, causing his wound to bleed a lot.
It was this wound that killed him before.
She quickly turned around and forced to take off his clothes to inspect the wound.
He reached out and grabbed her little hand, with a smile on his eyebrows, and said: "Now that we are back, we won't die, so don't worry."
Although his tone was very relaxed, the more relaxed he was, the more uneasy she felt.
"Xijian Liying," she said with a chill on her pretty face, biting her lower lip: "If you don't let me see your wound, I will never care about you again."
She threatened, without a trace of smile on her face, and her eyes were full of nervousness.
Xijian Liying sighed, knowing that his woman was very nervous and concerned about him now.
If I agree to her request, I'm afraid I'll have to quarrel with myself again.
He could only nod helplessly.
The clothes he was wearing had been replaced by Feiyue into a brand new and gorgeous robe.
There are a lot of buttons, but this is not a problem for Yanran at all.
When I unbuttoned his chest, I saw the deep wound on his chest, and the flesh on the edge of the wound had turned white.
Although Feiyue had taken good care of the wound, the circles under Yanran's eyes were already red.
She was used to seeing scenes of bloodshed and murder, but now that she saw his wounds, she felt extremely shocking and distressed.
"Does it hurt?" There was a slight tremor in her voice.
"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt anymore," he reached out and grabbed her little hand, his eyes burning and charming.
"As long as Ran'er is by my side, I won't feel any pain."