On the wedding night, Wang Ye has a mind-reading post-operative acting skills

At first, the zhenqi injected into the body was indeed like a rain falling on the long-dry desert, bringing endless coolness.

But as time passed, it was like being burned by a raging fire, and eventually turned from a clear spring into a hot magma. Not only could it not relieve the burning pain in the body, but it was like a raging fire cooking oil, and the pain became more and more intense.

Yunran also gradually realized that something was wrong with Nangong Mo. At first, she was sure that he was faking it, but now his appearance...it really doesn't look like it is faking!

"Nangong Mo, you..."

However, before she finished speaking, Nangong Mo suddenly stretched out his hand and embraced her in his arms, wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist, buried his head in the hollow of her neck, and murmured: "Aran...Ah dye……"

Yun Ran was slightly taken aback, and instinctively stretched out her hand to hug him, gently stroking his back with her palm, "I'm here, I'm here! Nangong Mo, you... Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you have any solution or restraint for this?" surgical drugs?"

However, Nangong Mo seemed to be unconscious, and just whispered her name softly, whispering very hot.

"hot?"

Yun Ran frowned slightly, looking thoughtfully at the unusually perverted him lying on her shoulder.

It is preliminarily judged that the secret technique in his body is indeed a symptom of internal heat and external cold, but after a closer look, he finds that the heat he mentioned this time is not that simple.

While her mind was fluctuating, Yun Ran moved her hand behind him and touched his wrist. The pulsation under her fingertips made her turn pale with shock.

【sky!This pulse, this is clearly... that technique is so evil? !Not only does it make people suffer from painful torture, but it also makes people...]

Nangong Mo's chaotic, feverish and dazed mind regained a bit of clarity, and with the last of his reason, he pushed the girl away in his arms.

"Aran, you... go!"

Unexpectedly, Yunran was pushed and staggered by him, and kicked the dagger buried under the herbs, and the blade collided with the white marble ground with a crisp sound.

Herbs, daggers, wet blood.

For a moment, Yunran's mind was full of thoughts, thinking of those wounds on his body, a bold guess was about to come out.

【Could it be that those wounds were all stabbed by himself?Use pain to keep yourself awake, the purpose is to fight against the share in the body...]

【It's obviously not the first time he's had a seizure. Could it be that he used this method every time he had a seizure in the past?Resist desire by hurting yourself? 】

The heart seemed to be tightly strangled by an invisible big hand, which made people feel dull and depressed, and had difficulty breathing, and their heart ached.

Yun Ran stretched out her hand to hold her chest, gently closed her eyes, and managed to calm down the ups and downs of emotions in her heart. When she opened her eyes again, there was a touch of determination that had never been seen in those bright autumn eyes.

Yun Ran stared at Nangong Mo quietly, with a soft but firm tone, "Nangong Mo, I know your current situation, I will not leave."

Facing the girl's tender eyes, Nangong Mo was suffocated, and the rationality he had managed to maintain was almost washed away.

"You, hurry up and listen to..."

It took him a lot of thought to turn himself around without looking at her, but his mind was full of that beautiful figure, whether it was cunning, or bright, or agile, no matter what he did, he couldn't get rid of it.

"Aran, be good, get out of here, I really want to..." I can't control myself!

Nangong Mo clenched his fists tightly and closed his eyes tightly, but the next moment, the girl's soft and delicate body threw himself into his arms.

"Nangong Mo, I like you."