Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

But I am no longer a willful teenager. Some things are carried out without preparation, which only brings endless troubles, whether it is for me or Mo Xiaoqi.This is the lover I have waited for so hard to come back. How can I ignore his situation?But it really felt like a hole had been broken in my heart, and the cold wind whistling twitched and hurt.

I clearly know that Mo Xiaoqi loves me, but things like emotions probably want to make people crazy.

Masochistically, I wrapped my windbreaker a little tighter. It was long enough and dark enough to cover the wound without any problem.

It's not that Mo Xiaoqi didn't pay attention, it's that I wasn't hurt.

When Yuan Jiming came, his anger swept over like a wave of fire. He looked at me very interestingly, as if looking at a cancer in society, disgusted but timid.He hates me very much, but dare not do anything to me.

I've never liked to accept unprovoked malice, so I couldn't accept the torture that Yuan Zhiming once gave me when I was young.I'm not too expensive to allow anyone to hurt me and hate me, but at least you give me a reason, right?Well now, I hurt his daughter and ruined his construction company, and now his dislike is much more justified.

He was extremely malicious, but he still knew the severity.I watched this man rush over and look at his daughter in a panic, not caring whether he was wearing a luxurious formal suit or not. He knelt on the ground in panic, his eyes filled with pity.

At that time, it seemed that there was no time to consider the standpoint of the people around him. Yuan Jiming was like driftwood, no matter whether it was hollow or just a layer of skin, he asked Mo Xiaoqi anxiously, "Are you a doctor? How is my daughter?"

"The sternum has collapsed, and I don't know the damage to the internal organs. I have called an ambulance just now, try not to move without authorization." Mo Xiaoqi stood up and looked at me, her eyes were extremely calm, without accusation or approval, as if we Just passing by, nothing happened.

I stretched out my hand to hold Mo Xiaoqi's hand, and silently pulled him into the manor.Come on, I still have something to do, don't I?

Maybe it was because my hands were too cold. After we walked in silence for a while, Mo Xiaoqi pulled her hand away. Before I almost lost control of my emotions, he grabbed my hand and kissed it, then looked at me "Yuanfan, your complexion is not very good, what's wrong?"

The strong caring tone, I should be happy, but at this moment, my mind is full of words, what does it mean that my complexion is not good? Mo Xiaoqi, are you saying that I am not in a good mood, or is it just that my complexion is not good? Does it look good?What are you caring about me?Is it the sad emotion that I am afraid of, or the pale and sick face?

In fact, sometimes I really don't understand some legendary characters, such as the legend of vampires, or Queen Mary.They like blood very much, and even prefer human blood to animal blood.Although I like blood, they are like the quietest art, but there is no doubt that human blood probably still has a bit of a strong taste.

Mo Xiaoqi held me down suddenly, and slowly leaned closer to my neck to sniff around. He frowned slightly, "You smell so strong of blood, where did you get hurt?"

"I am fine."