Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan woke up an hour later. When he woke up, he looked at the blank on it. When his mind returned, his throat was sweet and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Blood stained the white sheets and Mo Xiaobei's eyes.

She ran over and hugged him, hugged him hard, and held his head in her arms, but she didn't say a word.

Zhang Boyan's blood surged and wanted to break away, but Xiao Bei used all his strength.

"Zhang Boyan, don't move." She begged low, "don't move if you hate me or are angry, will you? I asked Lin Qian to come and have a look. "

She relaxed carefully and slowly put him down——

Zhang Boyan leaned against the head of the bed and gasped. When she wanted to leave, he grabbed her arm, "don't go!"

This time, he put his hand around her body and buried his face.

His face was buried in her soft belly, his eyes were closed, and his voice was hoarse: "Xiao Bei, let me hold it for a while."

Mo Xiaobei stopped moving and obediently let him hold him.

She hung her head and called to him, "Zhang Boyan."

He didn't say anything. Half was weak and half didn't know how to deal with it.

"You're still mad at me, aren't you?" She lowered her head and leaned her face against his hair, feeling the touch.

Half a ring, he whispered, "no! Never... Ever. "

But he still held her tight.

Mo Xiaobei whispered, "Zhang Boyan, shall I call Lin Qian?"

He finally released her and slowly retreated to an arm's distance from her.

His eyes looked at her quietly, and his face turned white: "Xiaobei, we have returned to the origin, or even worse."

His legs are like this. He can't even take good care of her.

Mo Xiaobei reached out and gently touched his facial features, his tall nose and his lips, touching them bit by bit, as if to keep his appearance in mind.

She shook her head and choked in her voice: "you can't count like this! Zhang Boyan, that's not the case. "

She didn't mention the antidote, he didn't mention the shot, and they didn't mention what happened between them again.

Because he knows her and she knows him.

At this moment, it doesn't matter who lives or who gets sick. What matters is that they have completed the whole process of love.

She knelt beside him with her palm still on his heroic face and asked him softly, "Zhang Boyan, do you think I'm very willful?"

He put his hand over the back of her hand and clenched it.

Mo Xiaobei suddenly burst into tears, put his thin arm around his neck and cried like a child: "Zhang Boyan, I don't want you to die for me. I want you to live... "

Her little face was buried in his shoulder, and the cry was intermittent, which made his heart disordered.

"You are so good, so perfect, you can change someone's love... You really don't have to do so much for me." She couldn't help but bite him hard on the shoulder.

Very hard, exhausted all her strength.

Exhausted all her love, all her hate.

Soon, I tasted fishy and sweet between my lips and teeth. It was Zhang Boyan's blood.

She was stunned to release, tears blurred: "does it hurt?"

Zhang Boyan turned sideways and looked at her, but smiled a little: "it doesn't hurt."

He took her head, let her lean back, and whispered, "Xiao Bei, I don't hurt with you."