Husband, don't play by the rules

The man gasped again, his eyes were as bright as stars, and his skin was slightly white. He encouraged her with a weak but firm voice, "Don't worry! I'm not afraid of pain."

The last word almost reached the throat.

The man stopped talking, only breathing quickly, beads of sweat covered his forehead, and there was a general coldness under the lamp.

She called him eagerly, "Hey! Wake up, you can't sleep! Wake up!"

With messy hands, he unbuttoned his belt, took off his pants, and looked at the injured part—the aorta of the thigh.

Her heart tightened again.

Blood, dazzling blood, red legs and nothing else.

The pungent blood gas made her a little dizzy.

She pulled off his belt, and strangled it with all her strength at the heel of her thigh.

She shouted softly in a panic: "Wake up, I can't sleep, what's the matter?"

The man said "hmm".

She stabilized her beating heart, the dim light added to the weirdness at this time, and her clenched teeth were chattering.

Nervousness has scared away all the fear, she only has to be strong.

Worried, she tore off a piece of her clothes in a panic, and stepped up another one.

She took a little breath.

Examination of other parts of his body revealed another wound bleeding from his lower abdomen.

She needs a bandage to save her!
Don't even think about the emergency center, since she lost her cell phone, it might be difficult to point to this man.

Men only wear that little underwear!How to do it?

She went up and pulled his insides, in order to reduce the pain of the wounded, her teeth came together, and she tore little by little, except for the smell of man's blood in her mouth, she touched the man's cunt a few times.

At this moment, the man let out a "hmm" in his throat.

Maybe she bit his brother?
A gust of autumn wind blew by, she flicked her sweat in a panic, and continued, also in Fengshen's eyes, this woman and this man are having an ambiguous sex
No one saw her face at this time, so how could she care about this face!
She took another look at her skirt, she couldn't tear it off anymore, shit, that's not okay, she still can't afford to lose this person.

Using the underwear as a medicine bag, the silk short sleeves on the man's body were "swish" torn off and turned into strips of cloth. She rolled him gently, wrapping the wound tightly around his lean and toned waist, Blood is still oozing out.

The man is completely naked-naked-naked, wow!This person can't be a goblin, he's so beautiful!

Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, she cleared away her constantly raging distracting thoughts, and she closed her eyes.

How to go?

She is a little silly.

She was so anxious that she wanted to cry, but no one saw her red, cannibal eyes.

There were no cars passing by at this time, even the birds on the trees were flying around in shock just now, and no one stopped when there were cars, who cares about this in the middle of the night!
I am riding a mountain bike, and there is no rear seat except for a beam in front.

Seeing people getting weaker and weaker and dying, she stomped her feet, crying was useless, the world didn't believe in tears.

She pushed her car, patted the man's face and shouted loudly: "Hey, do you want to live? Then you wake up, or your very promising brother will follow you to the end, remember You said you still have to repay me, you have to live, did you hear me?"

After yelling, it took a lot of effort and the strength of a lifetime of breastfeeding, and finally pulled, hugged, and carried it onto the car beam.

This is actually very bad for his injury.

Her anxious voice was hoarse and crying: "Hold me! Hold me tight! We'll be fine soon!"

No one heard how ambiguous her anxious words were.

She didn't notice that the man hugged her with all his strength, she only felt his softness.

The man's thin and cool lips slid over her plump lips that were breathing heavily, and over her lightly protruding tongue, on his cheeks, behind the ears, and finally his head rested firmly on her collarbone.

The straps of her skirt and underwear on her arms had already slipped off, and she, who was in a state of distress, kept sweeping towards the man's firm upper body with her straight and plump softness.

She also asked, "How do you feel?"

"Well, good." The voice was weak, and there was a hint of banter in the end.

She stumbled and stumbled all the way to the small clinic where she was.

knock on the door.