Concubine Chang's Arrogant Poison Doctor Miss

Chapter 1864 Wishing to go through the troubled times and desolation, and never meet each other fourteen

Hearing Goya's alienated tone and looking at her pale, bloodless face, Schaub was worried that he would feel a severe pain, as if someone had cut his chest with a knife, and the endless cold wind poured into him one after another. in his mind.

so cold...

With a sudden movement of his body, Schaub stretched out his hand, hugged Goya tightly, and embedded her completely in his arms. Only then did he realize that she had lost so much weight in the past few months!
"Goya... made you suffer..." Schaub whispered.

Goya didn't cling to his arms to keep warm like before, nor did he act like a baby with him in a soft voice, but just responded lightly: "I'm fine, my lord."

Lord Santo!

These four words made Schaub's whole body stiff, and he suddenly raised his head and said, "What did you call me?"

His eyes were extremely sharp, as if Goya would crush her throat if he dared to say it again.

It's just that she didn't seem to see his panic and his bewilderment, so she just said calmly, "My lord."

He exhausted all his strength to hold back the little woman in his arms, took a deep breath, and said tremblingly, "Are you blaming me?"

"No...I didn't." Goya shook his head, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

He knew that Goya would never lie to him.

If you don't blame him, you won't blame him.

She was indeed his most beloved woman, so gentle and considerate of everything about him.

He lowered his head and kissed her between the eyebrows. He looked at the red bloodstain seeping from her white obscene clothes, felt a sudden pain in his heart, and said softly, "Does it still hurt? I asked that Sac to send you all Good medicine, as long as you use it, there will be no scars on your body."

Goya suddenly smiled, raised his eyes and said, "What about the scar in my heart?"

Her eyes were clear and bright, like the stars in the night sky, which made his heart ache.

Stretching out his hand to hook her neck, he put his hot kiss on her lips, rubbed and bit her lips lightly, then broke into Goya's mouth domineeringly, stirred it violently, and panted heavily after a while: " When my revenge is avenged, I will definitely treat you well, you are my wife for life and life, and I only have you in my heart... Goya..."

Goya?

Goya...

Unfortunately, her name is not Goya...

Pushing him away, Goya lowered his eyes and said, "Go quickly, so as not to be discovered, and I also want to rest."

Seeing Goya silently resisting himself, Schaub felt very bitter in his heart, but he owed her and couldn't bear to force her, so he could only say: "Then you have a good rest, there is still a period of time to choose a relative, you ..."

"I'll get better before that day." Goya interrupted his caring words, while talking about loving her, he pushed her into another man's arms, she couldn't understand him anymore...

Hearing her words, Schaub was heartbroken, bowed his head and hugged her very tightly, so tight that she didn't even realize that she frowned slightly in pain, and just said to himself: "Goya, Balmain He... even if you marry him, it will only be temporary, you have to wait for me, I will definitely welcome you back..."

"Okay..." Goya replied, even though his body was trembling from the pain, he still didn't protest at all.

Knowing that the bloody air rushed into the tip of Schaub's nose, he suddenly came back to his senses and let her go: "I..."

Zhuo Ya didn't give the other party a chance to speak, but said a little tiredly: "I'm going to rest, you should go back first."

Afterwards, he wobbled back on the bed and covered himself with a quilt, the intention of refusing was very obvious.

(End of this chapter)