80s: Little Sweet Wife

Her brows were beating, and at this moment she realized that she thought she was dead and complained to God that Yan Mingshun must have heard it. ◢Щщш.sUimEnG.lā

What is she going to do?

Do you want to confess to Yan Mingshun?

Will Yan Mingshun think she is a monster?

But if she doesn't confess, how will she get around?

"That... it hurt me..." Meimei said hesitantly, her heart pounding.

Yan Mingshun sighed and didn't ask any further questions. This silly girl doesn't know how to lie at all. When she lies, she gets nervous and her heart beats faster. That's not enough. There's not enough oxygen.

After you go out, let's interrogate this silly girl!

In fact, he already had a guess in his heart, but he was not sure, but he felt that nine out of ten times it was what he thought. In the past, he was submissive and began to resist the martial arts!

"Don't think too much, keep breathing evenly and talk less."

Meimei breathed a sigh of relief, just don't ask, she really didn't know what to say!

She may one day tell Yan Mingshun everything, but definitely not now.

As time passed by, Meimei could feel that the air was gradually thinning, breathing became labored, her eyes were blurred, and her chest felt nauseated, but she held back and didn't want Yan Mingshun to worry.

Yan Mingshun had already felt the abnormality of the eyebrows in his arms, but he had no choice. He had already inhaled as little oxygen as possible. He had received special training, similar to the turtle breathing method. He could artificially control the breathing rate to adapt to special geography environment.

But Meimei has never received such training!

Yan Mingshun really wished that he could conjure an oxygen cylinder like a trick.

"I'm fine...Brother Mingshun, don't worry...I still want to marry you..."

Meimei said in a low voice, trying to keep her speech as slow as possible, so that Yan Mingshun would not know that she was uncomfortable now.

"Don't talk...don't close your eyes...be sure to open..." Yan Mingshun couldn't help admonishing, for fear that Meimei would fall asleep. In such an environment, falling asleep would mean death.

Meimei replied softly, and she didn't have the strength to speak, but she felt Yan Mingshun's worry, so she reached out and wanted to pat him to let him know that she was fine.

A movement that was usually very easy for her now seems to be more laborious than lifting a big stone. It took a long time for Meimei to touch Yan Mingshun's arm, but it was sticky.

"Brother Mingshun, are you injured?"

She leaned up anxiously, wanting to see how Yan Mingshun's injury was, and even more angry that she didn't expect that Yan Mingshun would protect her, UU reading www. uukanshu.com He was all exposed, how could he not be injured?

How could she be so stupid!

"It's okay... don't move!"

Yan Mingshun groaned, and his eyebrows touched his wound.

She was in a hurry just now, Meimei's breathing became more urgent, she couldn't breathe, and her eyes were black with bursts, but she still heard Yan Mingshun's moan, and she was even more anxious, thinking that Yan Mingshun was seriously injured.

She didn't want to take out the flashlight from the small space. Yan Mingshun rushed in for her, so what if she exposed the space?

How can she be so selfish?

The sudden light made Yan Mingshun squinted. He looked at the flashlight in Meimei's hand in surprise, filled with doubts.

He remembered very clearly that when he just rushed in, there was no backpack around Meimei, and there was no pocket on Meimei's body that could fit a flashlight, so—

Where did her flashlight come from?