My host is lazy again

Chapter 137 The Doomsday Boss 37
The little girl's hands, which were originally white as jade, were already swollen uncomfortably, and there were still many scratches on the back of the hands, covered with scabs of blood, bruised and purple, which was shocking.

Xiao Yizhe suddenly remembered the warm and soft feeling that came from the back of his head just when he was about to hit the stone wall...

Wei Liang's fingertips touched it lightly, he slid his Adam's apple, and asked in a deep and hoarse voice: "Does it hurt?"

Luo Jian opened her spiritual eyes and nodded affirmatively: "Of course it hurts."

"Well, I hurt too."

"Where does it hurt?"

Distressed.

Facing her pure eyes, Xiao Yizhe's pupils were dark, and the hand holding her wrist exerted some force, pulling her into his arms.

After sighing, he became shameless and said slowly: "My waist hurts, my back hurts, my legs hurt, everything hurts."

Luo Jian: "...it hurts as long as it hurts, don't move your hands or feet."

"Give me a hug, and it won't hurt anymore." When the girl was about to explode, he put his chin on her fragrant shoulder and rubbed it together, like a big tame dog, docile and gentle. No attack power.

Luo Jian was stunned by his sudden act of coquettishness.

She whispered, "I'm not a painkiller."

"I can't go anymore, what should I do, will Jane leave me and go?" The man asked casually, as if he wasn't the one who was injured all over.

"Your leg, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's probably broken."

"..."

He said it lightly, but it was undeniable that she was soft-hearted.

She tilted her head and stared at his soft broken hair. She originally wanted to push away his hand but slowly lowered it hesitantly. She compromised and said, "Then... I'll hold you for a while."

Just a moment.

Xiao Yizhe hummed in a low voice, his eyelids drooping.

As a result, he insisted on hugging for 10 minutes without letting go.

Luo Jian's legs were a little numb.

She stretched out her hand and pushed him, "Xiao Yizhe, get up, it will be dark if this continues."

Originally thought that Xiao Xuezhou and the others would be able to find them soon if they stayed here, but they didn't expect to see them for so long.

It was getting dark and the temperature was dropping.

They are all thinly dressed now, and if they spend the night here, they will be frozen.

It's not an option to stay here any longer.

She called a few more times, but the person buried on her shoulder did not respond.

She shook her shoulders, but he remained motionless, only a broken syllable echoed from his throat.

Luo Jian was puzzled, and pushed him away with some force, and then saw that his eyes were squinted, his face was a little flushed, and the black broken hair was hanging down in a mess on his forehead, making his face paler.

His face is hot.

The body temperature is hotter.

He sat, leaning towards her limply, as if he had no bones.

Luo Jian put her hands on his shoulders, looked at him for a moment with slightly puffed cheeks, and then shook his shoulders.

"Xiao Yizhe, do you have a fever?"

"Wake up quickly, you can't sleep here."

"Can you hear me?"

As if he was dissatisfied with being disturbed, the person in front of him frowned, then raised his eyelids halfway, his eyes a little blurry.

Obviously not sober.

He half-closed his pupils and stared at her intently.

Even though he is so weak, he lazily brings out a sense of danger, like a dormant wolf.

Just when Luo Jian suspected that there was something on her face, he finally moved, and then a shadow fell in front of her eyes.

"?"

Xiao Yizhe narrowed his eyes, put one hand around the little girl's slender waist, put the other hand on the back of her head, inserted his long fingers into her silky hair, and then pecked Xiao Xiang's red lips.

Another peck.

He kissed again and again, as if marking something.

(End of this chapter)