My husband is a traitor

Chapter 117 Stealing Hearts, Tears

After taking off the gauze, reapplying the wound medicine, and putting on a new gauze to bind it up, Jiang Linlang's focused expression fell on Rong Jue's eyes, and unconsciously her eyes were occupied by the woman's every move with low eyebrows.

"Okay, the wound can't see the water, so don't use any more force. Otherwise, the wound will..." Jiang Linlang tied the gauze lightly, raised her eyes and couldn't help telling Rong Jue, but when her eyes were on par with the other's, , being stared intently at the other party's cold eyes, she coughed uncomfortably and turned her gaze away.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" He raised a hand and touched his face, "Could it be something else?"

"Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden." Rong Jue raised two fingers, pinched Jiang Linlang's chin, and forced her to turn her head so that her eyes met her own.

His tone was calm and somewhat puzzling, his eyes were deep and focused, and his expression was serious.

He has seen too many "nice" people who pretend to be caring to please or have other purposes, but those people probably don't know it themselves. No matter how good a play is, eyes can't deceive people.

When they looked at him, those eyes were full of fear, disgust, hatred, no matter how they tried to hide it, it was hard to get rid of it.

But he tried his best to observe Jiang Linlang. At first, she made no secret of her fear of him, and even hated him a little.

But later, at some point, this woman, who was clearly at odds with him and had a different stand, approached him boldly while being afraid, and even shared trouble with him time and time again...

He knew that it was her damn good intentions that made him disdain.

But who is kind enough to bother with a devil?
"Could it be that you want to influence me?" He stroked the gauze on his wrist, lowered his eyelashes slightly, and concealed the trace of self-disgust and slight uneasiness deep in his eyes.

The tone was mocking, with a bit of sarcasm.

Jiang Linlang was stunned for a moment, then her eyes flickered, she coughed twice, not daring to look at him, she raised her voice as if to cover up something, "You think so much, I'm not an eminent monk or Bodhisattva, why do I have nothing to do when I'm idle? To influence you? Besides, do you think you are someone who can be influenced?"

As she spoke, as if she was afraid that he would see her reddened face, Jiang Linlang turned her back, took a warm wet handkerchief, wrung it dry, turned around again, squatted down, and stretched out her hand to lift him up. pant legs.

Rong Jue subconsciously shrank his legs and frowned, "Of course not—"

However, Jiang Linlang put a warm veil on a bruise on his leg, and rubbed it lightly, probably because she was doing something with her hands. The heat on her face faded a little, and her tone returned to lightness and clarity. Come.

"So, don't take everyone's behavior of expressing good intentions as bad intentions-although, I really think there are other plans for you."

The voice paused, and the movements of the hands also stopped. Jiang Linlang raised her head and looked up at Rong Jue who was stunned by her words.

Suddenly, after the sweet and sour emotions in my heart continued to ferment, it exploded with a "pop".

Something wants to break through the ground, jump out of the chest.

With soft eyebrows and curved lips, she said in a low voice, "I'm drawing you, and - here."

"I want your heart." She raised her hand, her slender fingers precisely placed on Rong Jue's heart, her eyes fixedly upward from her heart, meeting his deep and dark eyes, her red lips opened and closed, Say it word for word.

"bump--"

Rong Jue sat up abruptly, his brows furrowed tightly, a bit of panic appeared in his eyes, but it was quickly concealed by his indifference, he took a step back, and the stool was kicked away by him.

She moved a little further away from Jiang Linlang, and the line of her lips was tightened, forming a straight line.

In the ink-colored eyes, there are sparkling stars that are heart-pounding.

"Are you kidding—you, Jiang Linlang, you are so nice that you can say such things!"

He suddenly felt a slight pain in his throat, but his heartbeat was extremely irregular. He clenched his fist with one hand, trying to restrain the throbbing blood that was caused by Jiang Linlang's words.

No, not normal, very abnormal.

This is not Rong Jue, this is not him!

What you want is him, his heart, what stealing heart!
Rong Jue, don't forget, don't forget, those people lied to you in the past!

All the same, all the same!

"What's the matter with you—" Jiang Linlang managed to pluck up the courage to confess emotionally. Although she didn't expect to get a good face, she didn't expect that Rong Jue would suddenly seem to be irritated.

Trembling all over, pale complexion, bulging veins on forehead, reddish corners of eyes...

like...

It's like going crazy again.

"Rong Jue!" Jiang Linlang took a step forward, but was thrown away by the opponent, and her body bounced back.

After bumping into the door frame, Jiang Linlang grabbed the door in time with one hand so as not to fall into a mess.

As for Rong Jue, his blood surged, he suddenly froze, knelt down on one knee, propped himself up on the ground with one hand, and covered his heart with the other, and spit out another mouthful of blood.

"Ah—Rong Jue! How are you?" Jiang Linlang didn't care about her painful back, she grabbed the door and called out loudly, "An Yi, go and invite my master!"

Then she ran towards Rong Jue and hugged his arm.

"Rong Jue, Rong Jue, how are you? Why are you vomiting blood again... What's wrong with you, tell me, woo, don't scare me..." Jiang Linlang hugged his arm tightly, seeing him Little by little, the color faded from his complexion, and he looked like a blank sheet of paper, and he was completely lost.

"pat-"

Rong Jue felt pain in his internal organs, and the pain of ice and fire enveloped his body and mind, making him extremely uncomfortable.

There was a lot of noise in my ears.

The next moment, warm liquid hit the back of his veined hand.

tears...

Looking slightly sideways, he saw Jiang Linlang biting his lip, his eyes were slightly red, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, hitting the back of his hand.

It also fell on his heart.

She cries for him.

This realization made Rong Jue's heart tremble slightly, it has been many years.

Except for the vague mother in memory, this is the first person to cry for him in so many years.

How ridiculous, his notoriety can stop a child from crying, and can make a strong man cry in fear.

But never, no one, cried for him.Just caring, caring, and crying for him once.

He suddenly remembered that he was in Wuya Village before, and Heifeng Village before this, and...

earlier.

It turns out that it feels like being worried and cared about, and someone crying for him.

Reaching out his hand, Rong Jue finally couldn't help it, covered his red eyes, slid down gently, and gently wiped the corners of Jiang Linlang's eyes with his fingertips.

Wiping away the tears, he coughed lightly, slowly stretched his fingertips to his lips, and lightly licked the liquid on his fingertips.

Salty.

It turned out to be this taste.

(End of this chapter)