My husband is a wife

Chapter 1015 Can You Save Your Crying For Next Time?
"Huan'er, Huan'er, Huan'er..." The deep and hoarse voice kept calling her name, echoing in the desert and rippling in her heart.

Xiahou Huan'er was very happy, but her body couldn't hold it anymore.

By the end of the night, she had fallen into a coma, and the silence on her back made the corpse king's heart throb.

In the middle of the night, the weather was getting colder and colder, so he had to stop and find a leeward rest.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and in the middle of the night, she had a high fever.

Dongfang Xing put his hand on her forehead, it was very hot, it burned his heart.

A gleam of pity flashed in his deep eyes, he pulled out the dagger on his body, cut a deep gash on his arm, put the wound on her mouth, and the blood with a fishy smell poured into her In her mouth, she swallowed unconsciously.

It wasn't until she stopped shouting that he stopped the bleeding as if nothing had happened, pulled down his sleeves, hugged her, looked at the moon bud hanging in mid-air with his cold eyes, and remained silent.

After the temperature rose, he continued to hold her in his arms, and walked hard on the desert full of yellow sand.

Xiahou Huan'er continued to have a low-grade fever, and she was also in a daze. She occasionally woke up for a while, and passed out again.

Every time she woke up, she would ask him if it was over.

Every time, he replied like this, it's almost there, let's hold on for a while.

Xiahou Huan'er couldn't remember how many times she woke up, nor how many times she asked.

She remembered drinking all the water, but every time she was unconscious, she could feel water flowing into her mouth, which was sticky and had a fishy smell.

She thought it was an illusion, but it was so real that it made her tremble.

Again, she pretended to be unconscious before hearing him draw his dagger.

She opened her eyes without warning, and with a hiss, the dagger cut his arm, and the bright red blood blinded her eyes.

He didn't expect her to open her eyes suddenly, and he just froze for a moment before bringing the wound close to her mouth.

Looking at the criss-crossing scars on his arm, hot tears kept sliding down her cheeks like broken pearls, she closed her mouth tightly and turned her head away, refusing to drink his blood again.

"Drink." The hoarse voice revealed an order that she could not refuse.

She turned her face stubbornly, crying and shouting: "Don't drink."

He was silent for a while, and suddenly stretched out his palm to pinch her chin, forcing her to open her mouth, and blood flowed into her mouth.

"Well..." She struggled weakly, but she couldn't stop his self-abuse. His blood mixed with her tears and fell into her mouth. The strong smell of blood filled her mouth. Bitter and astringent...

When he retracted his arm and let go of her, she fell to the sand and finally couldn't help crying.

Although her body was very weak, the outburst of the accumulated grief and indignation was no small matter, her crying was loud and her tears rolled down.

He stopped the bleeding, sighed secretly, reached out and hugged her into his arms, stroked her back with his palms, and comforted her somewhat stiffly: "Don't cry, you will be dehydrated."

She is not a crying girl, but at this moment, she has no way to control herself.

She cried louder and louder, tears flowed more and more fiercely, and he became more and more frightened.

Dongfang Xing really had no choice but to say: "Don't cry, wait until we leave the desert and find a source of water, then you can cry again."

Xiahou Huan'er heard the words, and finally couldn't help but snort, bursting into laughter, she laughed and scolded, "Can you keep crying for the next time?" It turns out that he also knows humor.

(End of this chapter)