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

My mind is dizzy.

But the breath he scratched on his face was so hot and real.

Like a dream, like a reality.

Bao Jinghan, who had never dared to expect anything, realized for the first time that prayer was really useful!

At least, this time's anticipation brought her an arm that was enough for her to lean on and make her feel at ease...

"Lu...Lu Yan..."

The voice was small and low, like a shallow moan.

The handsome face that is close at hand is clearly in front of your eyes.

But her experience like this was separated by a layer of hazy mist, and she didn't see it so clearly.

Reach out.

Bao Jinghan clutched his skirt tightly, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

The blood stain on the palm turned the pair of white hands red, viscous, exuding the haze of death, sticking to the skin, and clotted into blood clots long ago.

Lu Yan held her soft hand instead.

The icy cold touch made him a little bit astonished, and his anxious pupils changed instantly, turning into a scorching fire, but he couldn't hide the chill and gloom in his eyes!

who is it!Who tortured her like this!

"It's great that you're here...fortunately..."

The little girl in front of her looked like a bloody man in a mess.

The windbreaker she was wearing was obviously a man's, it was extra wide, and it was stained with blood, even soaking through the clothes inside and sticking to her clothes.

In the past, the clear eyes were no longer fickle and wise, but empty and unable to find focus.

The deep pupils were a little slack, numb, and two lines of tears could not be stopped, sliding down the cheeks.

The delicate little face seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and it was so pale that it made people feel distressed.

She had bitten her bloodless lips long ago, stained with scarlet tooth marks.

Lifting it up slightly, he poured out a whispering raving, but it was too broken to form a sentence, but every word fell on his heart, like a sharp whip, slapping the apex of his heart fiercely.

Fuck!

What a perverted thing, how could a little girl be locked up with a dead body!

Lu Yan gritted her teeth with hatred, a layer of icy frost suddenly appeared on her stern face——

Extremely cold!

"Leave... leave quickly..."

Subtle whispers, trembling with the trembling of the voice.

Lu Yan didn't mind her dirty blood at all, but wrapped her in his arms, leaned close to her, and listened carefully to what she said.

Unexpectedly, Bao Jinghan pushed him violently.

She had no choice but to lose half of her three souls and seven souls, her strength was too weak.

The slightest push and push could not push him away at all.

But Lu Yan understood that she was not talking about leaving herself, but letting him leave.

This girl still thinks about his safety at this time, does it mean that he already has a place in her heart?

A trace of almost imperceptible warmth flashed through the deep eyes.

"Ni'er, don't be afraid! I'll take you out, let's go out..."

The mellow voice is light but sonorous enough.

Bao Jinghan, whose consciousness was gradually blurred, looked at the dazed handsome face in front of her, and tried hard to give him a "I'm fine" smile, but she couldn't smile no matter what.

She wanted to open her eyes, but the eyes seemed to be glued to something, and gradually closed powerlessly.

"Jinghan! Bo Jinghan—"

Before losing consciousness, he seemed to call her that.

That voice was so eager, as if there was a ray of affection hidden, a little bit of pain...