Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

She tried to help Mobson get up, and Mobson's will, with this moment, was a little distracted.

Excessive blood loss, will die -

I don't know if it is caused by the disintegration of my will, or the sun is glaring.

Mopson couldn't see Huang Ling's face.

He reached out and tried to touch Huang Ling's face and yelled at each other: "Huang Ling, Huang Ling..."

Huang Ling quickly grasped his big palm and saw him like this. She cried: "Mu brother, how are you? Is it painful? You wait for me, I am going to find someone to save you!"

"This is the pasture of the pastoral, no one will save us."

"We can't wait to die here, you have a lot of blood..."

"What fear is there? Huang Ling, I want to hold you." Mobson weakly licked his lips: "In the L country, I miss you every day."

"Me too... you are not with me, I miss you very much..." Huang Ling sobbed.

"You love me, right?"

"..." Huang Ling said: "When are you, what do you ask this?"

"I found out... I love you so much..."

"..."

"When I was born, I hope to be with you. After I die, I don't want you to accompany me."

"You don't want to talk nonsense, she has let us go, we won't die."

"Whether I am not with me, I must learn to take care of myself. Don't pay too much for... not worrying about Song."

"..." Huang Ling felt a heartache.

"Promise me, huh?" Mobson tried to open his eyes and look at the woman in front of him.

Huang Ling was silent, with tears in her eyes, watching him quietly.

For a long time, she gently squatted in his chest.

Afraid to hurt him, she kneels at the edge, her hand, caress his handsome face, "No, Mo brother, can make me happy, let me feel that life is full of sunshine, only you. This generation, I am With you, you should be jealous, I will follow you, when you go to the army, I will follow your troops. Don’t tell me, let me live so old, if you really want me to live, then Always stay with me."

"That... can you help me? Shantou, can you wait to press on me now?... I have difficulty breathing..."

Huang Ling listened, regardless of the pain of his body, slammed up and slammed a little. "Go! I will help you up! Mo brother, we will help to leave this ghost place together."

Two people, falling and bumping up, faltering forward.

This time, Mobson did not recite Huang Ling, Huang Ling did not want him to carry, they two, tightly hold each other's waist, and help to go forward.

Wherever they pass, the grass leaves are stained with the blood that flows from them -

Their pace is very empty, but it is better than not moving.

Their breathing is getting more and more urgent, especially in Mobson's. They breathe for a while, and they don't go well for a while, just like breaking the breath.

"Huang Ling, I hate this feeling..."

"me too……"

"I like to kiss you."

"..."

"In order to kiss you better next time, I have to keep going."

Huang Ling: ...

Colored man.

Sweat beads, sliding down their cheeks, wet their eyelashes.

Mobson's lip color slowly whitened, and he raised his lips. "I not only want to kiss you, but also sleep."

"Okay, wait for you... just sleep. Mom, are you tired?"

"Not tired, Huang Ling, tell me some yellow ~ paragraph to me."

"Why listen to Huang ~ Duanzi?" Huang Ling was speechless, a drop of sweat dipped into her eyes from the corner of her eyes, salty, stinging eyes, her eyes closed heavily, and then opened.