Chapter 1365-You have to be responsible

id not touch her."what's wrong" Leng Qianxue raised her face and looked at him blurred."you are too weak to stand it." Night Thunder obsessively bit her earlobe, burning breath with extreme patience,...Leng Qianxue opened her mouth, but did not say a word. She wanted to say that she was also scared. She was really afraid that he would die.

if she had a choice, she would rather be injured herself.

but she dared not say.

"Leng Qianxue …" Night Thunder did not get her response, feeling a little lost, he severely scolded, "you heartless dead woman!"

then he bit her hard on the shoulder.

"Ah!" Cold Qianxue screamed in pain, but she dared not struggle. She was afraid that if she struggled, she would get his wound. She could only lie down on him and let him bite.

Night Thunder bit her hard. He didn't let go until there was a smell of blood in his mouth. He hated it and asked, "does it hurt"

"pain ~" Leng Qianxue subconscious answer.

"pain is fine." The lips of the night thrill evoke a triumphant arc, "pain can make you remember me!"

Leng Qianxue looked up and looked at him complicately. after this injury, his emaciated face became more haggard, his deep eyes were deeply sunken, and his eyes were full of blood.

"Why did you save me" Leng Qianxue couldn't help asking.

"I don't know." Night Thunder stretched out her messy hair and pretended to be cold. "maybe she was obsessed, so I shouldn't have saved you, a woman with a heart like a dog!"

"poof" Leng Qianxue couldn't help laughing, but then tears overflowed again.

she dared not let him see her tears, so she buried her face on his shoulder and silently sorted out her emotions.

Night Thunder knew that she was crying, and he also knew that she was moved, but he didn't want to move her. He did it without warning and couldn't help doing it.

in his bones, she has always been his woman, to protect his own woman, is a natural thing, there is no reason.

but Ye Zhen-ting didn't want to say these words. He just patted her on the shoulder and coaxed her like a child: "you're killing me."

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Leng Qianxue was amused by him again, laughing and crying. She hurriedly struggled to get up, but he pressed her to his side, turned over and hugged her tightly in his arms: "stay with me for a while. I'm so tired."

"Hmm!" Cold Qianxue dare not move, obediently snuggle in his arms, smelling his familiar smell, she feels very warm. . Seven

at this moment, what grudges, love and hate entanglements, all become fleeting.

Leng Qianxue just wants to snuggle up to him in this way, hoping that time can be slower and slower.

Night Throne was really weak. Gradually, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Leng Qianxue couldn't sleep. She just opened her eyes and looked at him silently, just like a young girl looking at her beloved man.

probably sensed the look in her eyes. Night Thunder slowly opened his eyes. He squinted, looked at her, and then leaned over and kissed her.

Leng Qianxue shook all over and subconsciously wanted to push him away, but she just put her hands on his chest and paused again. She was afraid of getting hurt, so she had to obey.

Night Thunder's kiss is as gentle as water, with deep affection and a hint of blood, which is the blood stain left when she just bit her.

Leng Qianxue raised her head and affixed it cleverly in his arms, silently bearing his kiss.

her little hand was placed on his chest, pinned down by his hugging harder and harder.

gradually, his kiss became fiery and his hands began to be a little dishonest, but as soon as he moved, he touched the indwelling needle, and the pain made him honest and had to stop.

he pressed his forehead against her forehead, pursed his lips intently, and said in a low voice,

"Leng Qianxue."

"Hmm" The cold snow at the moment is so clever that it is about to melt.

"I am responsible for your injury. You are responsible for it." Night Thunder pinched her chin and ordered, "you have to take care of me until I get better!"and seventy-two stitches, but he didn't respond.bergamot has been a little impatient, coldly scolded: "Hey, surname Night, if you do not respond, I will throw you out to feed the wolf!"the people in t...