Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The beautiful and deep eyebrows, with a bit of gorgeous cinnabar at the end of the eyes, are like broken petals that have been crushed by malicious intentions. They are beautiful, but they reveal an extremely delicate fragility.

There was no life left, as if it could disappear at the touch of a touch, and the sound of breathing was extremely light, almost non-existent.

Yun Si watched quietly, then reached out and gently pulled his lapel open.

I want to take off his clothes and help him apply medicine.

But unexpectedly, his hand suddenly moved.

He grabbed her vigorously, his sharp and cruel phoenix eyes opened instantly, and his cold and ruthless gaze swept towards her like a needle.

His whole body was filled with cold air and his murderous intent was overwhelming.

The hand squeezed her wrist tightly, making a cracking sound, as if it was going to crush her hand.

"." Yun Si really didn't expect that she was so injured that she could still wake up even if she touched his clothes.

He was so guarded, as if he was afraid that she would molest him.

She was silent for a moment, moved her lips, and was about to say something.

But the next second, his hand loosened again.

It seemed that all his strength was exhausted at that moment, and he drooped weakly, his phoenix eyes also narrowed.

The eyelashes trembled, but they were still holding on to prevent themselves from falling asleep.

His eyes were slightly open and his consciousness was hazy.

Lying there weakly, his face was pale and his lips were dry.

Thin and boneless, like a defeated bamboo lotus, floating on the water and slowly withering, but still retaining the last bit of dignity.

His knuckles curled up and trembled, trying to make a fist.

I wanted to say something, but I was too weak to say anything.

He could only barely open his clear eyes and looked at the gorgeous woman sitting beside the bed drowsily, as if he wanted her to go away.

The unabashed rejection was evident in almost all of his actions.

The woman sitting by the bed was not annoyed, she just looked at him quietly, and then looked at the black blood on his chest.

Without saying a word, she continued to pull open his lapel and took off his clothes.

He seemed to still have a trace of consciousness left, and his long fingers with distinct joints were trembling slightly, trying hard to move.

The woman didn't say anything. She picked up the wet towel on the side and helped him wipe the wound.

Disinfect it first, and then use a knife to scrape off the rotten and ulcerated flesh.

He closed his eyes, groaned, and tightened his fingers instantly, grabbing the hem of her skirt.

He held on tightly, almost pulling out the folds of her skirt.

She moved very quickly, scraping off the rotten flesh, and then sprinkled Dark Mei on it and gave it trauma medicine.

The man's fair and beautiful chest was heaving violently, as if he was in severe pain.

Soon, the rotten flesh in the wound on the chest was gone, and all that was left were bright red and healthy wounds.

The resolute palace master sprinkled the medicine on the wound and applied it evenly.

He only grunted at first, and then made no sound again.

He clutched the hem of her skirt tightly, as if he was grasping at the only life-saving straw.

Yun Si glanced at him and then looked at him.

The pale and fragile man lying on the bed frowned slightly and his pale lips tightened into a straight line.

His forehead was covered with sweat, his chin was slightly raised, and his slender white neck formed a beautiful arc in mid-air.

Looking down, there are clear and straight collarbones, shocking wounds, and a thin and strong waist and abdomen.

At a glance, the delicate fragility of his whole body is filled with the ultimate beauty of being abused.