Chapter 1845 Duplicity (65)
He wanted to look up, looking for the sound.
However, his head really hurts too much.
It hurts so much that it feels like pieces of bone are being torn from the flesh.
until bloody.
At this time, the room was very warm, as if the heater was turned on.
But his body trembled intermittently, uncontrollably, trembling all the time.
Cold sweat, very cold, so cold that he wanted to shrink up.
He sat there slumped, with his head down and his eyelashes drooping.
Even the shallow eyelash feathers were wet, soaked in the sweat that kept pouring down.
Drop by drop, falling down.
Like silent teardrops.
Pale cheeks.
White almost transparent.
He sat there, his dark eyes were dimmed, as if covered with a white veil that blocked his vision.
Excessively moist eyelashes, excessively cloudy eyes.
Still motionless, sweating profusely.
He looked up like an old man, very slowly, very slowly.
Sweat wet his hair, slipped over his tight lips, and slipped over his slightly rolling Adam's apple.
fell, onto the carpeted floor, soundlessly.
Very quiet, very quiet.
In the quiet room, the voice was very soft.
It was so light that it was impossible to hear the content of the speech.
Only from the sweet laughter, it can be heard that they are lovers.
Extremely loving lover.
The man is gentle, the woman is coquettish, and the two are talking in a low voice.
It seems to be chatting, and it seems to be making out.
The warm and sweet atmosphere, as if even the long-lasting fragrance of roses in the air is blushing and wants to hide quietly.
I dare not look at it.
Jiang Wen just kept silent.
The cloudy and cloudy eyes were fixed on the front, as if a little absent-minded.
The body that was in extreme pain seemed to be getting numb gradually, and the hand that was constantly shaking because of the pain was also extremely cold.
Bitter cold.
The coquettish voice has never changed.
Even, facing that man, she became more dependent and softer.
Softly, between the lines, never concealed his liking.
She likes that man, very much.
Even, love to the extreme.
Jiang Wen lowered his eyes slowly, his pale and cold face was devoid of emotion.
Just like that, as if losing his soul, he remained motionless with his head down.
Shadows shrouded his brows and eyes, whose emotions were so light that they were almost terrifying, and his cold hands were sunk in the soft carpet.
Like, I used force.
Silently exerted force, but no one noticed.
Only holding tightly, crystal water drops drop by drop.
It's like sweat, and it's like...teardrops.
Bringing the residual heat on his body.
full of loneliness.
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Yun Si opened her eyes.
The red and coquettish light on her fingertips disappeared, and she looked at him calmly for a while.
He hadn't woken up yet, and sweat broke out on his forehead again.
Drenched with sweat, almost all the hair was wet.
He still slept restlessly, and the hand that gradually let go began to have the tendency to hold her tightly again.
The sweat on his body kept coming out, and his fingers were extremely cold.
Probably because of severe dehydration, his lips became very dry.
Lost blood, coughing from time to time like a fish about to die.
Dry cough, coughing so that the throat is trembling.
Yun Si picked up the towel beside him and wiped his sweat.
The worry between the eyebrows is getting heavier and heavier.
Worry heavy.
I don't know why...
The stimulation given to him here will be so great.
(end of this chapter)