Who is she? Wen Qing'er, the strong one. No one has ever thought that she is a woman who needs protection. Only he treats her differently.
As soon as these words were spoken, the blood on the wrist dripped even faster.
And those eyes became even redder, full of murderous intent.
"Hate me?" Wen Qing'er whispered, but a smile as blazing as the sun shone on her lips. "Then hate me. If you want to get rid of me in this life, you have to climb over my head and become my leader. Otherwise..." She slowly lowered her head, with a hint of cruelty, "You will be suppressed by me for the rest of your life. You will never be able to turn over."
As soon as these words came out, the lips that were biting her wrist loosened instantly.
Wen Qing'er couldn't help but take a step back, still looking at him proudly, looking at his sharp eyes that seemed to want to cut her into pieces, "You're tired today, too, take a good rest here!"
After saying that, Wen Qing'er turned around and left. The moment she closed the door, two lines of clear tears slowly slid down her fair face. The two rows of gums on her wrists were so deep that the bones were visible. Her entire hand was covered in blood. Wen Qing'er seemed to be exhausted and slowly slid down from the door.
She is not as strong as the outside legends say, she also has a soft heart, and she also needs a man to pamper her. Why is it so difficult?
Suddenly, there were footsteps downstairs. In an instant, Wen Qing'er stood up and wiped the tears from her face. She regained her cold expression. Looking up, she saw a pale face with a frown on its face. "Didn't I tell you to stay downstairs?"
Xiu Feng stood at the stairs without moving, but the eyes that had just looked at her clearly flashed with an unknown light, which disappeared in an instant. Now he stood straight with his head slightly lowered, not saying a word.
"Go down!" Wen Qing'er ordered coldly.
Xiu Feng remained silent, but had already turned around. The moment he raised his foot, he said softly, "Miss, your wrist needs bandaging. I checked your room when I came in. There is a medicine box in the third drawer of the left counter."
The last figure gradually disappeared at the entrance of the corridor along with the sound of footsteps.
Wen Qing'er had an expressionless face. She dragged her extremely tired body to open the door of the opposite room, but she had no intention of treating the wound on her wrist. She just lay on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling with her eyes open.
In the opposite room, Xia Zhengjun was still tied up by vines with a toughness of level four. The corners of his mouth were covered in blood, but his eyes were filled with tears, which slowly slid down from the corners of his eyes.
In the haze, I seemed to see that beautiful and gentle face smiling very gently, and her voice was soft but crisp, "Zhengjun, you must treat me well for the rest of your life, otherwise, I will never let you see me again!"
She said, "Zhengjun, I like the way you look in military uniform. You look the most handsome. We can also tell our children that their father is a soldier, responsible for defending our country."
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
Sentence by sentence, cry by cry, until she finally broke down in tears.
The next day, when the first ray of sunlight in the early morning hit the land of China.
Wen Qing'er, who had been worried and unable to sleep all night, suddenly heard the sound of the door opening in the opposite room. She stood up immediately. The moment she opened the door and went out, she did not expect to see the handsome face as usual, but the eyes were less clear and clean, and had some unknown taste and silence.
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