Shangguan, don't run!

Although it's just a small knife that's not as big as a dagger, with just one swipe, it's all over, and all of this has nothing to do with me, there will be no more guilt, no more sadness...

Shangguan Cheng's body was suppressed by Wen Qing, but his gaze had already slipped to the fruit knife with a scabbard on the bedside table.

Is it a slap on the wrist, or a cut on the main artery in the neck?

Shangguan Cheng thought about how to die quickly and well.

However, these two methods were ultimately rejected by her.

Because of this knife, no matter whether it is cutting the wrist or the neck, it will take a lot of blood to die completely.She is not afraid of pain, not afraid of pain, the most painful way to die in the world is to be burned alive by fire, even she has experienced that, she is not afraid of the heart-piercing pain when the fire snake ravages the skin, on the contrary, she feels completely happy , What's so terrible about bleeding dry?

The only thing she was worried about was that if the knife was cut down, the blood would flow profusely. Wen Qing would not just watch her bleed to death. Wen Qing would definitely save herself, whether she went to the hospital or whatever. Sunny will try her best to save herself.She would still worry about herself, feel sorry for herself, and if she couldn't be rescued after dying, she would have to drag her down to take care of herself... Oh, wouldn't that mean that she owed her even more?

So, it's better to do it once and for all, just go down and stab it in the heart, and you don't even need to save it, just die.

Shangguan Cheng aimed at the fruit knife, narrowed his eyes slightly, and recalled the exact location of the heart pulse that he learned from medical books when he was studying in Ye Ting in his previous life.

She thought that this knife should be pierced hard, leaving no room for it.

She thought about how to push Wen Qing away, how to rush over and pull out the knife.

She thought maybe she should find a reason to distract Wen Qing, and then secretly took the knife.Because she felt dizzy, her limbs were unable to exert strength, and every bone in her body was screaming with pain.

She thought she must have been chilled out of the cold on the small balcony.

I am really useless.

Shangguan Orange secretly shook his head and smiled wryly.

It has to be said that Lord Shangguan is so thorough and rigorous even in seeking death.However, as the saying goes, "When you order tofu in brine, one thing will reduce one thing", even the five elements are mutually generated and restrained, let alone ordinary people?

While Shangguan Cheng was thinking about it, Wen Qing discovered something was wrong with her.

Wen Qing was frightened by the former Shangguan Orange bear in the first few years; since Shangguan Orange's accident, she was terrified by her, especially tonight's frequent occurrence of all kinds of weird Shangguan Orange, which made Wen Qing's original The nerves that were as thick as telephone poles were also involuntarily as thin as a hair.

Shangguan Orange's every move made Wen Qing unable to be insensitive, especially when she was pressed under her body to question her, she neither retorted angrily as in the past, nor shyly resisted as in the past few days, but looked up. Lying on the bed, his face turned away, and his eyes drifted to the bedside table at the right rear.

bedside table...

One of Wen Qing's few advantages is that her mind turns very quickly when she is nervous, and she immediately recalls what is on the bedside table.

When thinking of the fruit knife that was left there after peeling the fruit during the day, Wen Qing couldn't help shivering——

Shangguan Cheng was looking for that fruit knife!

What is she going to do?

Want to force yourself to submit with a knife and allow her to leave here tomorrow?

Wen Qing didn't expect that Shangguan Orange actually wanted to end her own life, and she didn't believe that Shangguan Orange would stab her with a knife - no matter how vain Shangguan was, he wouldn't be so black-hearted.

The only possibility that Wen Qing could think of was that Shangguan Orange was going to play a game of self-mutilation, forcing herself to agree with her to leave.

your sister!

Wen Qing wanted to scold the street.Shangguan, you are so patient!

Before Shangguan Cheng could put her thoughtful plan into practice, Wen Qing was the first to attack: "Shangguan Cheng! If you dare to touch your own hair, I will never forgive you!"

Shangguan Cheng froze, suddenly withdrew his gaze, and looked up at Wen Qing with his brows wrinkled.

Under the moonlight, Wen Qing's face was ashen, almost ferocious.

Shangguan Cheng didn't feel scared, she just felt a severe heart throbbing.

"If you dare to stab yourself once, I will stab myself twice! Do you believe it?"

Wen Qing gritted her teeth, stared at Shangguan Cheng, and said every word.

Shangguan Cheng was moved, the pain all over her body became one piece, she felt cold, her face was hot again, and her mind was confused.

"If you dare to die, believe it or not, I won't live! Do you believe it or not?"

Wen Qing's lips trembled, her entire face was distorted due to excitement——

At least in Shangguan Orange's eyes.

She was drowsy, and all the parts in her brain turned into a paste, so that she couldn't distinguish between reality and imagination for a while.Wen Qing's face was blurred in her vision. In the haze, Shangguan Cheng seemed to see another person, another person she was extremely familiar with.

Like every time when the two of you do that bed|bed thing, that person stares at himself obsessively, and the fiery breath blows into his ear, igniting the surrounding air...

"Wan'er! Wan'er! You are mine! I want you to desire｜life｜death...let's die together...but...just the two of us..."

Then, Shangguan Orange saw the sky full of fireworks, and she could clearly feel the pain in her body, as if she was about to die. Even if she died, she would still be so happy in her heart...

She was so cold that she really wanted the person on her body to hug her, hug her tightly, without leaving any gaps, even if it strangled her, whatever!

Shangguan Cheng raised his head slightly, stared at the person in front of him for a moment, his red lips parted slightly, and a weak and charming voice flowed in the air, and then entered Wen Qing's ears: "Yue..."

Wen Qing was stunned, what does "month" mean?

Do you want to say "Look at the face of the moon"?Or "on the moon, how many dreams are flying"?

Wen Qing's brain short-circuited for a while, and she subconsciously looked for the moon in the sky.

How can there be?The moon has already turned away and is ready to get off work.

"Yue...hug me..."

Wen Qing trembled, such a voice was really not suitable to be heard at night.Such a Shangguan Orange...

Wen Qing swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Even if she is as heartless as she is, she has noticed something strange about Shangguan Orange right now.Her cheeks were flushed, and her whole body was cold, especially those eyes that should have been bright, seemed lost in focus at the moment.

Wen Qing suddenly thought of a certain possibility, and hurriedly bent down, and used her forehead to stick Shangguan Cheng's.

Sure enough, I had a fever.Wen Qing estimates that the temperature will not be lower than 38 degrees 5.

Sister, what do you think you are doing?I didn't sleep well in the middle of the night and ran to the balcony to blow the air, and I was obsessed and wanted to leave, and if I wanted to leave, I wanted to draw a knife with me?With your current body, you still draw a knife!

Wen Qing sighed helplessly.

But she didn't want to, when she got close to Shangguan Orange, Shangguan Orange felt the warm approach in a haze, raised his upper body and clung to Wen Qing's body, and buried his small face involuntarily on Wen Qing's shoulder.

"Month... month..."

Wen Qing was stunned, and couldn't help but spout in her heart——

Your lower body｜is still being pressed by me, your wrists are still pinched by me, and your upper body is still raised?How did you manage such a difficult movement with your weak body?Aren't you afraid of flashing your waist?

Shangguan Cheng was so confused that he didn't care about his waist, but Wen Qing didn't dare not.She quickly let go of her hands, let go of the restraint of her legs, and wrapped her arms around Shangguan Cheng's slender waist, so that she could lean comfortably in her arms.Fearing that she would be cold, he grabbed the quilt and covered the two of them.

Who is "Month"?

In her bosom is the warm and fragrant nephrite like a sick cat, Wen Qing couldn't help muttering.

Could it be Shen Bei's nickname?

Thinking of Shangguan Cheng calling "Yue...hug me..." so charmingly and lingeringly just now, Wen Qing's teeth clenched, and she immediately thought of whether Shangguan Cheng had had such-and-such with Shen Bei on a certain bed intimate contact?Then I panicked myself, as if I drank a jar of 5kg old mature vinegar and couldn't swallow it or spit it out.At that moment, Wen Qing had the urge to confront Shen Bei immediately.It would be best to beat up Shen Bei's cute mixed-race face, then step on her feet firmly, twist it hard, and then question her loudly:

"Are you Xiao Yueyue?"

Even though Shangguan Cheng in her arms was covered with a big quilt, her forehead was still hot, reminding Wen Qing that this is not the time to overthrow the pot of jealousy.

Why!You, what can I do?

Wen Qing looked at Shangguan Orange's closed eyes and shook her head helplessly.

As the saying goes, "Whoever loves the most will die first."

Wen Qing deeply agrees, and feels more and more that this so-called "common saying" is really not a thing, just saying something that is annoying and very reasonable.

Tucao return to Tucao, Wen Qing has to continue to be her 24-year-old ex-girlfriend.

Wen Qing laid Shangguan Cheng flat on the bed, let her lie down on the pillow, and tucked her in.Wen Qing remembered that the ice packs and antipyretics were in the small medicine box in the study, settled them down, and got up to get them.

I don't think so, Shangguan Cheng probably lost his heat source, and grabbed Wen Qing's skirt, not knowing how clear and how confused.

"Don't go..." The voice was pitiful.

Wen Qing curled her lips, you are the one who wants to leave me, and you are the one who refuses to let me go, Shangguan, what do you want?

Of course she wouldn't care about a patient, especially a beautiful and pitiful sick beauty. Wen Qing patiently patted the back of Shangguan Cheng's hand that was pulling at the corner of her clothes: "Lie down obediently, I'll go Get medicine and ice packs. You have a fever, you need medicine to lower your temperature."

Shangguan Cheng opened his eyes wide, like two pools of water in a lake, dripping with tears.She could see clearly that the person in front of her who comforted herself with gentle words and took good care of herself was Wen Qing, which made her feel even more uncomfortable, as if cut by a knife.Shangguan Cheng didn't know why God always arranged it like this, so that Wen Qing would take care of him every time he was most helpless.She felt like a burden, and her heart was as bitter as coptis, but she still dragged Wen Qing in a hopeless way, yearning for the warmth she gave her.

Shangguan Cheng was groggy and had no strength. She couldn't even hold the hem of Wen Qing's clothes. She wanted to sleep, but she couldn't bear it.

Wen Qing sighed: "Don't think about anything, get well first."

Hearing this, Shangguan Cheng relaxed his mind, and involuntarily let go of his hand.

Wen Qing stared at her sick face for two seconds before turning around and walking away. Before leaving, she didn't forget to take the fruit knife from the bedside table.