Husband is a little milk dragon

Chapter 281 Nan Gu We Were Married... 1
Gong Ninghuan buried her face on the table, her shoulders were trembling slightly, and her breath became more and more unsteady, trying so hard to suppress the hysterical pain deep in her heart.

This depression lasted for a long, long time.

After nightfall, Meihua Ridge was completely quiet, the grass and insects died down, only the majestic breeze blew slowly, gently flapping the half-closed windows and doors, making a slight sound.

The air leaked in coldly, mixed with some small snowflakes.

It was pitch black inside the room, not even a lamp was lit.

Gong Ninghuan remained motionless on the table, as if she had fallen asleep unknowingly.

The door of the bamboo garden was slowly pushed open, and the cold wind came in, stirring up Gong Ninghuan's thin clothes.

She was still lying in front of the table, with her head buried low, her fingers pressed on the corner of the table were cut by something, the skin was torn, a little blood flowed, and her nails were cracked, but she still pressed tightly. The edge of the table corner, so persistent and silent.

After Nan Gu entered the house, the moonlight from outside shone in, and through the faint silver light, he could vaguely see the person in the light blue clothes lying on the table and falling asleep...

Nan Gu paused for a moment, stood at the door and looked at the person by the moonlight for a while, walked over unhurriedly, cast a spell to light up the lamp, sat down in front of her, and watched quietly. Looking at Gong Ninghuan's sleeping face.

She buried her face sideways on the back of her hand, looking very weak, her brows and eyes were tightly frowned even in her sleep, her lips were cold and white, but they were also tightly pursed.

Nan Gu looked at her quietly for a while, stretched out his fingers and gently brushed the strands of hair scattered on her forehead behind her ears. Swipe twice.

Gong Ninghuan frowned and turned her face away again, breathing lightly and shallowly, as if she hadn't recovered yet.

But with this movement, Nan Gu saw Gong Ninghuan's injured fingers, and his eyes calmly shifted to those thin white fingers, which were scratched, and the joints were also worn out. I don't know what hit something, and it was so bruised.

Nan Gu watched, blinked slightly, got up and turned around the room, went inside to take out the ointment, sat down again, gently held Gong Ninghuan's soft hand, and moved gently Apply medicine to her wound.

He was really doing this patiently, for fear of hurting someone with a little force.

The sound of light snow fluttering outside made the room extraordinarily quiet.

However, from the beginning to the end, Gong Ninghuan did not fall asleep.

Surrounded by such a great sadness, it is impossible for her to sleep peacefully like this...

She was just silent from day to night, and when the sky darkened, her mood didn't improve, despite the sadness expanding infinitely in her heart, with mixed feelings surging.

When Nan Gu came in, she smelled the breath, but she didn't move, and she didn't even open her eyes.

Nan Gu came in, sat down, walked around the room after a short while, sat down again and held her hand to apply the medicine.

Gong Ninghuan felt every move of Nan Gu, every move made her feel extremely ridiculous.

Those actions that were extremely warm in the past will only become extremely ironic at this time.

(End of this chapter)