Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1845 Duplicity (65)

He wanted to look up, looking for the sound.

However, his head was really hurting.

The pain felt like pieces of bone were being torn from the flesh.

Until bloody.

At this time, the room was very warm, as if the heater was turned on.

But his body trembled intermittently, uncontrollably, trembling all the time.

Cold sweat, very cold, so cold that he wanted to shrink up.

He sat there slumped, with his head down and his eyelashes drooping.

Even the shallow eyelash feathers were wet, soaked in the sweat that kept flowing down.

Drop by drop, falling down.

Like silent teardrops.

Pale cheeks.

Almost transparent white.

He sat there, his dark eyeballs were dimmed, as if covered with a layer of white veil that blocked his vision.

Too moist eyelashes, too cloudy eyes.

Motionless, sweating profusely.

Like an old man who is dying, he raised his head very slowly.

Sweat wet his hair, slipped over his tight lips, and slipped over his slightly rolling Adam's apple.

It fell, onto the carpeted floor, without a sound.

Very quiet very quiet.

In that quiet room, the voice was very soft.

It was so light that I couldn't hear the content of the words.

Only from the sweet laughter, it can be heard that they are lovers.

A very loving lover.

The man is gentle, the woman is coquettish, and the two are talking in a low voice.

It seems to be chatting, and it seems to be making out.

The warm and sweet atmosphere, as if even the long-lasting fragrance of roses in the air was blushing and wanted to hide quietly.

dare not look.

And Jiang Wen just kept silent.

His white and turbid eyes stared fixedly ahead, as if he was a little absent-minded.

The body that was in extreme pain seemed to be getting numb gradually, and the hand that was constantly shaking because of the pain was also extremely cold.

Bitter cold.

It was like, I recognized who the talking woman was.

The coquettish voice has never changed.

Even, facing that man, she became more dependent and softer.

Softly, between the lines, never concealed his liking.

She likes that man, likes him very much.

Even, love to the extreme.

Jiang Wen lowered his eyes slowly, his pale and cold face was devoid of emotion.

Just like that, as if he had lost his soul, he kept his head down motionless.

Shadows shrouded his brows and eyes, which were so pale that they were almost terrified, and his cold hands were sunk in the soft carpet.

Like, using force.

It exerted force silently, but no one noticed.

Just hold it tightly, and the crystal water drops drop by drop.

Like sweat, like...teardrops.

With the remaining warmth on his body.

Full of loneliness.

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Yun Si opened her eyes.

The red and coquettish light on her fingertips disappeared, and she looked at him calmly for a while.

He hadn't woken up yet, and sweat broke out on his forehead again.

Drenched with sweat, almost all the hair was wet.

He still slept very restlessly, and the hand that gradually let go began to have a tendency to grab her tightly again.

His body was sweating profusely, and his fingers were icy cold.

Probably because of severe dehydration, his lips became very dry.

Lost blood, coughing from time to time like a fish about to die.

Dry cough, coughing so that the throat is trembling.

Yun Si picked up the towel beside him and wiped his sweat.

The worry between the eyebrows is getting heavier and heavier.

Anxiety abounds.

I don't know why...

The stimulation given to him here will be so great.

(End of this chapter)