A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

Bo Junchen didn't care about anything, almost out of instinct, when he encountered such a danger, he didn't run away, nor was he in a hurry to grab Mo Ji and question him.Instead, subconsciously, she turned around abruptly, pulled Su Nuanxia beside her into her arms, and rolled around on the ground, hiding behind a sofa chair, wrapping her safely with her body.

In this way, she was naturally unharmed.

but

The faint smell of blood penetrated into her nose while she was nervous.

Su Nuanxia was breathing rapidly.

Perhaps it was because of the faint smell of blood that a certain string in her mind, bang

broken.

The blood ran down his forehead, across his cheeks, and slowly trickled down, leaving a long bloodstain, which was hideous!The smell of blood became more intense in his nose, and Bo Junchen's originally handsome face was now even more embarrassed by the bloodstains.

But he didn't seem to know that he was injured at all, and he still maintained the posture just now, holding her tightly, fearing that she would be bumped and touched.

And at this very moment, Su Nuanxia thought that her heart, which was already dead, jumped wildly, and even felt a little painful.

She choked.

Swallowing her saliva, she wanted to call him, but something seemed to be blocked in her throat, making her speechless.It wasn't until the crisis was over and the lights in the hall were turned on again that Bo Junchen pushed her away, and she came back to herself in this trance.

Raising her eyes, she looked at the sinuous crimson line climbing the rock on Bao Junchen's sharp-edged face, and felt the indescribable pain in her heart again.

Blood, one drop, one drop, another drop, slid down his chin.

Didi seeped into the red carpet underfoot.

At that moment, that kind of visual impact, I am afraid that the simple words shocking and shocking cannot be described.

And she didn't know how to express that feeling, she just felt very sad, even more sad than herself being injured.It shouldn't be, she should feel happy, shouldn't she?She hates him so much, Bo Plague God Bo Plague God calls him every day, hates him to death.But at this moment, she couldn't say a word to hate him.

This feeling is very subtle and elusive.

For a while it made her even more uncomfortable.

"Are you not injured?" Bo Junchen checked Su Nuanxia's side up and down, and threw out a word of concern that sounded like nonsense.It can neither relieve pain nor heal injuries, nor has the effect of a doctor. It is nothing more than a polite sentence, a greeting out of reason.

However, it happened that such a sentence of neither cold nor indifferent care aroused Su Nuanxia's heart that should have died beating again.

This

"I am fine.

The words that couldn't be said turned around in the throat a few times, but they couldn't say anything.

Su Nuanxia felt that she should be very stupid at this moment, she raised her face slightly, looked at him, opened her mouth, but only made a mouth shape.

Pausing for a few seconds, Bo Junchen, who was staring at her with his head down, stood up straight before she could say anything, and said in a flat tone, "It's fine."

After the words fell, he stood up first, and reached out to her, intending to help her up too.

But Su Nuanxia was anxious for some reason.

He actually used his strength to stand up directly, stretched out his hand and brushed his blood-stained face, and found the place precisely, and stroked the wound that was gushing blood.