My Empress is My Bad Girl

Of course Xiao Er couldn't admit his fate.

The second sister threw the burning house into the lake and put out the fire.

He must not let the second sister down.

While sinking, he held his breath as much as possible, and at the same time quickly took off his jacket and threw it away.

Although he doesn't know how to tease water, he still understands the basic truth.

As long as he relaxes his body, his body can float on the water.

He is by nature cold and calm, even in the case of drowning, he has maintained the maximum calm.

He closed his eyes, relaxed his limbs, and stopped struggling.

Slowly, he floated up, following the current, down the lake.

Until his hand touched a piece of wood, he immediately seized the only opportunity, hugged the wood, and would never let go.

Opportunity awaits those who are prepared.

Xiao Er grabbed the wood and he was saved.

The wood was scorched, apparently dropped from the fallen house.

The flow is very fast.

Xiao Er hugged the wood for a long time, but was stopped by a tree with a crooked neck that bent towards the lake.

He held the tree and climbed to the shore, and he had exhausted all his strength.

Can't move anymore.

Lying under the night sky, drenched all over, although the night wind was very cold, he felt comfortable and peaceful.

This kind of cold, cold feeling is thousands of times stronger than the burning sensation of being trapped in a burning house.

"Help, help!"

Zhaohui's cry came from a distance.

She is still in the water.

Xiao Er was motionless.

He didn't even raise his eyebrows.

Zhaohui swallowed a few sips of water, struggling to float over, and was lucky enough to be stopped by the crooked neck tree.

Using her hands and feet together, she climbed up embarrassed, and saw Xiao Er lying on the ground, startled, and asked loudly, "Are you dead?"

"You just died."

"...Why don't you say anything, it scares me to death." Zhaohui crawled to him and lay down exhausted.

Only the night wind blew.

They lay motionless.

After a long time, Zhaohui calmed down a little bit and said, "You have already landed ashore. Just now I called for help. Why didn't you come to help me?"

Xiao Er closed his eyes for a while, then said quietly: "Why should I help you."

"you--"

Zhaohui was suffocated with anger, "I fell into this field anyway to save you. What happened to you helping me after you were saved? Do you have no conscience?"

Xiao Er said: "If I were not Prince Lian, but Xiangqiu Lang, would you still rush into the fire to save me?"

Zhaohui is stuck.

Xiao Er said coldly: "You saved me not because of your kindness, but because of my identity and status. And you are just a civilian from a remote tribe, why should I take myself to save you."

Zhaohui also laughed angrily: "What kind of perversion are you. You are too unconscionable!"

"Well, you have a conscience. You scold your fiance like a dog, and you don't show any face."

"...Who told him to pester me? He has a thick-skinned face. If I don't scold him, he won't leave."

"I think you have a pretty thick face. You have to sacrifice your life for a man who has met no more than three times."

"..."

Zhaohui stopped talking angrily.

She was afraid that if she continued speaking, she would really lose her breath.

In addition, she also felt a burning pain on her face.

I had been soaking in the water before and didn't care about it. Now the coolness is gone, and the burning sensation on my face is getting stronger.

She couldn't help reaching out and touching it, but she touched the pitted flesh and blood, and she couldn't help screaming in fright.