Chapter 1418

"It hurts."

Fu Nanli glanced at her: "still know the pain."

Wenjo nodded. "Well, it hurts."

Fu Nanli put some Iodophor on her with a cotton swab, and tore a band aid to wrap it on her: "be careful in the future."

Wenqiao replied stiffly, "well, I see."

Wenqiao felt a little strange. Before Shen Ning said that she could not control her emotions, she didn't believe it, but just now.

She tried to think about it. She seemed a little greedy for that kind of violence aesthetics and wanted to see more blood.

Once this thought was formed in her mind, she was startled.

How could she have such an idea?

There was no such emotion in the first twenty-two years of life.

She couldn't understand why, all of a sudden, her emotions were out of her control.

With such a slight injury to her hand, Fu Nanli's every move seemed to be her hemiplegia. He took a bath for her personally, and then wrapped her in a bath towel and carried her back to the bedroom.

Fu Da Shao, who had not been seen for a month, was inevitably enthusiastic. Wenqiao did some physical exercise for a while, but for a moment he forgot some of his previous unhappiness.

Thinking, maybe I'm worried.

At the end of the night, Wen Qiao shrank in Fu Nanli's arms. She felt a sense of belonging and security, so that she could temporarily forget some troubles.

"Are you all right?"

Wenqiao light ha: "no reason to finish the operation, my body is made of paper?"

Fu Nanli's chuckle came, and his breath was warm, which made Wenqiao's ears itchy. "I'm afraid that if something happens, I can't bear to leave for a longer time."

Winjo encircled his waist: "no, we won't be separated again."

Wenqiao didn't dream much before. The quality of his sleep was very good, especially at the side of Fu Nanli.

But this evening, it was a few dreams, and the dreams one by one dark, one by one bloody.

She dreamed of the yellow hair, in the dream, no one pulled her, she killed the yellow hair, but also with bare hands to kill people.

Yellow hair fell in the pool of blood, staring at her.

There were passers-by watching, and there were different opinions.

"If you don't want to die, how can you kill someone?"

"How can the little girl be so cruel when she looks at the soft and weak?"

"Yes, it's terrible. Did you see that the ferocity when you hit someone just now was too frightening."

She was struggling in the dream, but she could not wake up in the dream.

"Joel Joel... "

At the end of the road, there are people who stand at the end of the road, like the light of the crowd.

With the sound of his voice, wenjo seemed to see the light of the sea as a drowning man.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, Fu Nanli on one side looked at her with his head up.

"Joel, have a nightmare?"

In the morning, Joe had already turned her head, and it was her turn.

Her voice was a little hoarse, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, "well, it was a nightmare."

"What did you dream of?"

Just now I heard what she said in her mouth, and saw that her hands were holding tightly to the quilt, and the whole person was in pain. He patted her face and called her name.

Wenqiao's mouth was dry, licked his lips, and his eyes drooped: "I remember clearly in my dream, but now I forget all of a sudden. I don't know what happened in my dream."