The black moonlight of the sickly male protagonist escaped again

Chapter 36 Morbid and repressed love

Zhuo Fan didn't answer, his brows were slightly frowned, and the hand held by her suddenly hurt. He turned his head immediately, and saw the person on the bed twitching all over, and his lips were as pale as paper. He immediately put the report on the table , raised his head and stroked her forehead.

The movement is gentle, combing along, just like comforting a child.

It wasn't until the people on the bed became quiet that he asked:

"Is there any way to make her recover?"

The voice was lowered a lot.

Seth glanced at the person on the bed, and also lowered his voice.

"It will take me some time to develop an antidote. But if you want to temporarily relieve her pain, my suggestion is to fight fire with fire."

"Block all the abilities in her body, just like ordinary humans, so that all the power in her body will disappear, and the medicine will be useless. Then drink the medicine every day to heal the wounds on her body, and then talk about other things."

Isaiah said it lightly.

"However, since then, whether the blood in her body tastes as delicious as before, I can't guarantee it."

"Besides, once she takes the medicine, you probably won't be able to drink it anymore, because her blood will also be mixed with residual medicine, and you will be blocked by the medicine if you drink it. So if she takes the medicine, at least this You won't be able to touch her for a while."

As he spoke, he took out the medicine and syringes from the tin box he brought over, and put them on the table.

"I put the medicine here, you decide whether to inject it or not."

Then, he took the box and left.

Zhuo Fan looked at the flushed girl on the bed, picked up the needle without hesitation, tore open the outer packaging bag, and inhaled the medicine.

Then, he put the needle tube on the table, helped the person on the bed up and put him in his arms.

It was probably because the two forces collided too strongly, and the person in his arms burned so badly that he probably lost his mind.

Even being hugged by him like this, there was no sign of waking up at all.

He changed his posture and fixed the person in his arms with his arms, ensuring that even if she woke up and tried to struggle, she would not be able to move and would not be injured by the needles, so he picked up the alcohol cotton ball.

As soon as the cold alcohol cotton ball touched her skin, the person in her arms visibly froze, then twisted her waist, trying to move aside, and kept mumbling.

"Um"

Zhuo Fan stopped immediately and turned to observe her expression.

She is terribly afraid of needles.

Strange to say.

A girl who can ruthlessly stab her shoulder with a knife is afraid of needles.

Still so scared.

If you say it, no one will believe it.

Seeing that she still didn't wake up, Zhuo Fan breathed a sigh of relief, raised the arm holding the needle, and pointed the needle upward to make sure it wouldn't hurt her, then gently rubbed her with the hand holding her head, coaxing her like a child.

"Hey, relax."

When she got the injection for the first time, looking at the needle, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes.

Although she was quiet that time without crying or fussing, she was still stiff the moment the alcohol cotton touched her skin, which was obvious.

Although it was only for a moment and he returned to his original state, he was noticed by him who was standing aside.

After that, as long as drinking medicine can be used instead, he will definitely not use injection.

Even if injections were necessary, he would cover her eyes with silk, hold her head in his arms, and comfort her in a low voice for a long time, until she relaxed before starting.

Feeling that the person in his arms was still struggling and resisting, he took her whole body into his arms with one arm, fixed the arm to be injected with a little force, touched her head with the other hand, leaned over and whispered in her ear comfort.

"Relax, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it will be fine soon, it won't hurt at all."

The voice is soft, like comforting a child.

After a long time, the person in his arms calmed down.

He immediately took the needle and stabbed it towards the place that had been sterilized just now.

The moment the needle tip pierced the skin, the girl in his arms obviously felt the pain, and wanted to avoid it with a whimper, but he suddenly grabbed her shoulders and hugged her in his arms.

Zhuo Fan bent her in his arms with one hand, pressed the syringe with the other, leaned over and gently rubbed her earlobe, and softly comforted her.

"Baby, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all, it will be fine soon"

The fingers also used a little bit of strength.

"It will be fine soon, no pain."

The needle was the thinnest model, and he didn't feel much. He was very skilled in his movements, and quickly pulled out the needle.

Seeing that her brows were still slightly wrinkled, he raised his hand to gently rub her head again, hugged her in his arms and comforted her in a low voice, and then the person in his arms calmed down.

He put the needle back on the bedside table, put his arms around the person in his arms, carefully placed her on the bed, covered her with the quilt again, and tucked the corner of the quilt for her, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally done
He half-lyed on the side of the bed, resting his head on one hand, looking down at the person on the bed.

The moonlight fell, and through the gaps in the curtains, a clear light was outlined on his body.

The tenderness in his eyes was like water, as if it was going to drown the whole world.

The person on the bed was also coated with a layer of translucent outline by the moonlight.

The two figures are intertwined in this way, like statues that are together in themselves.

I don't know if it's because the atmosphere in the room has softened, and the moonlight has also become warmer.

When it fell on her, it was even warmer.

He stared at her sleeping face, a little stunned.

Raising his hand, he lifted a strand of broken hair from her ear and wrapped it around her finger, with a faint expression.

The person on the bed now has his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembling slightly, with a quiet and well-behaved appearance, completely devoid of the violent and irritable behavior shown during the day.

He couldn't help but raise his hand, covering the person on the bed in his arms.

The movements were gentle, for fear of disturbing her sweet dreams.

The person on the bed still didn't respond.

He lowered his eyes.

Fell asleep?
Raising his hand, he gently covered her forehead, his palm was icy cold, mixed with cold sweat, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Burned, retreated.
It is estimated that it will be restored tomorrow.

There was silence in the room, a needle could be heard, and only her breathing was left in the darkness.

"Book Han."

A sudden murmur made Zhuo Fan's outstretched arm suddenly stiff in mid-air, looking at the bottom of her pupils with a chill.

The person on the bed didn't realize the coldness on his body, but still whispered:

"I'm afraid."

There was a slight tremor in the voice.

His arms were trembling constantly, and he was groping around, as if trying to find something to grab.

"help me."

The corners of the eyes are crystal clear.

All of this was seen by him.

He lowered his eyes and looked at her with a gloomy and deep expression, his face was gloomy and extremely ugly.

She mentioned another man in front of him, or now!
(End of this chapter)