Paranoid Fu Shao's heart

Chapter 389 I'm Not Going, Can You Let Me Go First?
"Where did you go?"

The man's voice is hoarse.

Luosang pursed his lips: "Buy medicine."

He slowly let go of her hand and leaned weakly on her shoulder.

Luosang thought of the wound on his abdomen, "Lie down on the bed first, and I will treat the wound for you."

The man didn't respond to her.

She poked him on the back cautiously, "Do you understand?"

The room was very quiet, and the man's low voice slowly sounded in her ears: "Don't go..."

When she got close, she could clearly hear his turbulent heartbeat, and she seemed to be in a bad mood, "I won't leave, so let me go first, okay?"

The moment the words fell, the man opened his mouth and bit her neck.

The bag in Luosang's hand clattered and fell down.

The painkillers and tweezers inside all fell out.

She frowned, and pushed his body, "let me go." She touched the wound on his abdomen, her hand was immediately stained with blood, she shivered back, and did not touch him lightly.

The man slowly stretched out his hand and wrapped it around the waist of the woman in his arms.

He pressed her forehead, his voice was hoarse, and he apologized to her: "I'm sorry."

"..."

Lausanne shrank back.

When hesitating whether to send people out of the door.

The man let go of her waist, squatted down, and picked up the things on the ground one by one.

Lausanne turned on the lights in the room.

"Go and lie on the bed, I'll come." She squatted down, stretched her hand over, and touched his hand with her cool fingertips.

Her fingers trembled slightly, she squeezed her lips tightly, stood up, looked down at the man, and said softly, "Can you stand up?"

He remained silent, his dark eyes staring at her without blinking.

After thinking for a while, Luosang stretched out his hand, "I'll lend you a hand."

She didn't know what was wrong with herself, she rescued this man she had never met tonight like she was possessed by a demon.

"..."

The man paused, his bony right hand was stained with blood, he changed his left hand and held the girl's hand.

Luosang led him, took him to the bed, and let him lie down. She lifted his hem, checked his wound, took out the tools she bought just now, cleaned and disinfected them, and tried to find the bullet in his abdomen.

She pursed her lips tightly, "Does it hurt?"

He didn't speak, but stared at her.

Sweat dripped from Luosang's forehead, and his face was quite calm.

After removing the bullet, she cleaned the wound and applied medicine.

"It may hurt, bear with it." Her voice was very soft, her eyelashes drooping quietly.

His eyes were burning, staring at her face.

Luosang didn't look at the man's expression, and lowered his head to concentrate on cleaning his wound. After everything was done, it was already 10 minutes later.

Luosang threw away the blood-stained towel and cleaned up the room briefly, only to find that the man was still staring at her with his eyes open.

She took a few steps forward and stood beside him, "Go to sleep."

The man stretched out his bony hand and grabbed her slender and tender wrist. He was so strong that he pulled her into his arms, and Luosang almost jumped onto his wound.

"Sleep with me." His tone was uncompromising.

Lausanne refused: "No."

He hugged her waist, but he didn't let go, there was a fog in front of him, he tried hard to see the girl's face clearly, "What's your name?"

"Since you're still awake, make a phone call and ask your family to take you back—"

Before he finished speaking, the man's thin and cool lips covered his lips.

(End of this chapter)