He did have a fever. His head was dizzy and uncomfortable.
Lu Hanting is not easy to get sick, but his illness is like a mountain. Now he just wants to hold Xia Xiwan and not let her leave.
Xia Xiwan thought of his body in his heart, "Lu Hanting, let go first!"
But she underestimated his fighting power, even if he was seriously injured, she could not get rid of him.
Lu Han Ting held her tightly, pale thin lips lingered on her face, heavy rain in the next, will they get wet, sick he is particularly sticky, "Wan Wan, darling, don't go, en?"
"Lu Hanting, your wound is inflamed. Now it's raining. If you go on like this, don't you want your own body!"
Lu Hanting clasped her Yingrun fragrant shoulder and turned her around. He held her tiny face in his big hand and repeated, "wanwan, I just don't want you to go."
He bowed his head and kissed her red lips.
Xia Xiwan's pupil shrinks. It's this time. How can he think of kissing? "Lu Hanting, let go!"
She pushed him away.
Her action tore his back injury, Lu's straight body shook twice, and then "boom" knelt on one knee in the rain.
A big palm on the ground, small drops of water rolled over his delicate facial features, his thin eyebrows and eyes stained with a layer of cold.
Lu Hanting's eyes were tight and his throat was rolling up and down. A few seconds later, he pulled the corners of his mouth, and his deep eyes were dyed with scarlet.
He slowly way, "Wan Wan, if you dare to go, one day, I certainly blood wash LAN Lou, let you pay a tragic price."
LAN Lou, that is Xia Xiwan's home.
Xia Xiwan suddenly stagnates. She looks at the man kneeling in the rain in shock and fear.
She's shaking. This devil!
Wet bangs covered his cold eyes, he looked at her, paranoid Yin duck slowly stretched out a big palm, "come here."
Xia Xiwan mechanically numbly stepped forward and came over.
"As I said, you can't escape."
Lu closed his eyes and fell down.
……
It's getting dark and it's raining harder and harder. The old wooden house is swaying in the heavy rain.
Xia Xiwan turns out a needle and reddenes it with fire. She stitches Lu Hanting's wound reluctantly. He doesn't allow her to leave. She can't find her husband at all.
Xia Xiwan is sitting beside the bed. She looks at Lu Hanting on the bed. He has a 42 degree fever just now. He starts to get cold again.
Now he is still in a coma, a handsome face pale to black, that handsome facial features also appear particularly cold and cold, and Yin duck paranoid.
Xia Xiwan suddenly realized a problem. Three years later, Lu Hanting's paranoia became more and more severe, and her desire for possession and control was almost morbid.
Just now he knelt on one knee in the rain and said that he would wash the blue building with blood in the future. Xia Xiwan had already seen the powerful aura of the king in the world on him.
No matter how she conceals his life experience, he has the blood of a hundred years of West China. I'm afraid that one day he will be king.
When the time comes, as the queen of LAN Lou, what's their fate?
Will he come to the world one day, and once she leaves, he will lead the army to break through her home and capture her city, bloodstaining her clothes?
As long as she thought of this, Xia Xiwan felt cold all over. She turned out a piece of white paper and pen, and then wrote something on the white paper. Finally, she held his finger and pressed a fingerprint on it.