For a moment, Xiao Jing’s hand fell and cut another wrist.

The wound is deep and the blood is gurgling.
Green bamboo cried bitterly and was afraid to say, "Enough is enough, don’t bleed any more. The little duke can’t bear it."
Xiao Jing "I can do it"
"Don’t pout at this time, young duke!" Green bamboo casually wiped away tears and said, "You look pale if you don’t look in the mirror."
At this time, Xiao Jing was as pale as paper, and his lips were bloody. His face was blue because of blood loss, which was more frightening than ghosts.
"I’m fine" Xiao Jing touched the side face tone a little weak.
I have to say that although he can’t feel the pain, he feels cold and dizzy and wants to fall asleep.
Fortunately, a bowl of blood is full.
The child’s face shows joy and his steps are light. "Thank you, Little Duke, for taking the lead."
Xiao Jing didn’t resist falling limply after he left.
The child’s figure was slightly sideways. Seeing the green bamboo crying, he stopped bleeding and could not help sighing.
"Little Duke, please wake up! Wake up!"
"You don’t …"
"hmm? Little Duke, you won! "
Xiao Jing was cold and had the strength to say "don’t make noise"
He couldn’t stop shivering like a falling ice cave, and the biting chill spread from the heart of generate.
Cold … too cold …
When exhaling, white mist still comes out, and tears ooze from excessive discomfort and frost on eyelashes.
Green bamboo was frightened. He bandaged the wound with a handkerchief and felt horrified. "Oh, little Duke, your arm is so cold."
"Cold …"
Xiao Jing was covered with layers of bed, and his limbs were stiff as ice.
"I’m dying."
"Good thing!"
Xiao Jing "? ？”
Tong realized that he had put his foot in his mouth and explained with a smile, "Your protagonist can’t resist being tortured by the test drug and will be able to leave the world once he dies."
Hmm? So simple?
He’s always had bad luck. He’s been walking on the street since the binding system, but things are so smooth that he always feels insecure.
"In the plot, you died because of drug testing. Although it was a little earlier, it was a complete merit."
Well …
No, no!
Xiao Jing’s heart jumped and asked, "Do you have a plot?"
Tong Hehe smiled happily and said, "The plot was finished not long ago."
Then a long story flooded into my mind, and Xiao Jing became weak and stimulated, and suddenly vomited.
Green bamboo was shocked. "Little Duke, are you all right?"
Xiao Jing repeatedly vomited and didn’t answer.
"No, no, no, no …" Green bamboo was in a hurry and ran out of the door.
"Wait …"
Just let him go.
Xiao Jing was dizzy and shivering with cold under the covers.
At this moment, he wanted to fall into a coma, but his physical discomfort was limited and he became more and more awake.
Xiao Jing gasped. Every minute is torture.
I don’t know how long it took to hurry from outside the door.
Who? Who’s here?
It’s just that whoever wants to stay still doesn’t want to care about anything.
Suddenly someone opened the quilt.
Xiao Jing curled up and shivered with cold, and his face became more and more pale.
"I’m so cold …"
He was held in his arms.
Xiao Jing clings to the fiery body and greedily sobbs into the man’s arms, saying, "Is it cold or so cold …"
A pair of iron arms held him tightly for a moment and was covered on him. "Is it still cold?"
He was cold as if he were from the soul, and when there was no place to breathe for more clothes or quilts, his eyes were glistening with tears.
"You hold the king tight"
Xiao Jing gave a trembling look and struggled slightly. "Report, let me go."
"Don’t move. The king holds you."
I’m joking. Xiao Jing dare not let him hold her.
Struggle touched the wrist Xiao Jing straight pumping pain a hoarse moan.
Hands trembled uncontrollably, and blood oozed out and dyed the handkerchief red.
Li Rui was extremely anxious to press his wound and asked, "Why are you hurt so badly?"
For a moment, he paused, and there was a hard-to-detect love in his eyes.
I … ordered someone to hurt him.
But how can you cut so deep? The handkerchief was soaked in such a short time. How much blood did he have to shed?
It hurts, doesn’t it?
Scared, huh?