Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"If I die with you, what's wrong?"

Enjoying the intimacy of two people who are so skin-to-skin and warm, Song Bingjue's tone was tinged with a smile:

"When they dig us out, they will definitely remember our love when they see us hugging each other tightly."

"When is it, are you still in the mood to make such a joke?"

In such an almost confined space, his voice was so gentle that Mu Wan'an almost suspected that Song Bingjue was not the one he was holding.

"Have you seen the ruins of Pompeii?"

She was impartial and pressed right on her wound, but the cabinet space was small and it was not easy to adjust it, so Song Bingjue forced himself to bear it.

"Pompeii? I've seen it... Although I didn't go to Florence when I was studying abroad, I have been here. I remember that there were two corpses hugging each other tightly."

Perhaps it was because she was afraid of dying, or perhaps it was the darkness that had cloaked her under a protective umbrella, and she spoke more freely than usual.

She is so cute at this time.

He sighed softly, touched her head, and his tone was calm in the face of life and death:
"We will be like them... In fact, the moment of the volcanic eruption has destroyed the body of the pair of lovers, but they are together forever in another way."

"...they'll save us."

After a long period of silence, he noticed her nestled in his arms and shook his head gently, he smiled and said:
"If we can only escape one person today, I'd rather you get out alive."

"Say something unlucky."

Hearing his words, Mu Wan'an's breathing couldn't help being stagnant, and she gently closed her eyes:

"You are the president of the Song Group, and there are so many people under your command waiting for you to support them. If you want to save, you should be saved."

But what I want to save is you.

He didn't speak anymore. At this time, what they should do is to save their energy and wait for their rescue.

In the dark, people's sense of touch and smell will be further amplified, and some subtle senses will attract attention.

Originally, she was snuggling up to Song Bingjue, but gradually... she felt something was wrong.

There seemed to be some sticky liquid on the elbow, and there seemed to be a vague smell of blood floating in the air.

She woke up immediately and called him softly, but he seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Thinking of where she put her hands, Mu Wan'an guessed something, she touched his chest gently with trembling hands, and sure enough, she felt a wet bandage on his body.

She froze for a moment.

This, how did this come about?

During the day he looks normal...

At this moment, she vaguely remembered what Han Xiu said when Song Bingjue carried her back from the cliff:
"In order to save you, the president didn't care about the injuries on his body..."

Where did this injury come from?He just came back from Italy. With such a serious injury, who else can do it except Lyon?

The smell of blood in the air became stronger, Mu Wan'an suppressed her urge to cry, it was the first time she blamed herself so much, she shouldn't treat him like this...

"Late night..."

Hearing her faint sobs, Song Bingjue gradually woke up from the boundless darkness. He frowned and asked:

"Are you a little scared? It's okay, I'm here..."

"You big fool..."

This sentence, Mu Wan'an said very lightly, she wiped away the tears on her face, and gently held Song Bingjue's hand:

"Where did the wounds on your body come from? Why didn't you tell me these things?"

"...It was still discovered by you."

The wound was already numb with pain, Song Bingjue knew it was bleeding, but now was not the time to care about it.

The massive blood loss made his arms lose strength, he raised his hand with difficulty and touched her face, panting:

"How can you know this kind of thing? I don't want to see you worry about me... In front of you, I just need to keep the best side."

"What a hopeless fool!"

Lying on his chest, Mu Wan'an tried her best to hold back the urge to cry, she choked up and said:
"You are always so self-righteous! I don't want to be like other people who only see your glory...I always want to bear these with you!"

Her tears slid down his shoulders and into his neck, Song Bingjue felt itchy warmth.

Even though he knew she couldn't see, he still showed a faint smile in the dark:

"I just don't want to make you unhappy Wanwan, don't cry, okay, I'm fine, really."

"You've lost so much blood, how can you be okay? Song Bingjue...you are the most annoying person in the world!"

Trembling from crying, she hugged her knees and sat up, and tentatively felt the situation around his wound:
"Your blood is bleeding so fast, do you want to bandage you? What should I do, what should I do now...Why haven't they come yet?"

Hearing her angry and anxious voice, Song Bingjue reached out and held her hand, and he joked with her:

"Aren't I the person you hate the most? You should be happy when I die."

"Who said you were going to die?!"

Hearing him say these unlucky words here again, Mu Wan'an was so angry that she wanted to cry.She carefully groped in the narrow cabinet, found some clothes, and asked as if she had found a treasure:
"Song Bingjue, would you like to bandage the wound for you? I'm really afraid that you continue to bleed like this..."

He didn't answer her, as if he was asleep.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in her heart, and she approached him carefully:
"Song Bingjue, Song Bingjue?"

Still no answer to her.

Put your finger under his nose, and you can still feel his weak breathing. Mu Wan'an is temporarily relieved, it seems that he has passed out.

The wound on his chest was still bleeding, Mu Wan'an gritted her teeth, tore open the clothes vigorously, and groped to help him bandage it up.

After a while, she probed the cloth, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the blood had gradually stopped.

After a lot of tossing, she was also a little tired. She lay her pillow in his arms, listening to his even and weak breathing, and said softly:
"What should I do? I suddenly feel that it's not bad to die together like the couple in Pompeii."

He had already passed out, so naturally he couldn't hear her rambling, and Mu Wan'an's tears rolled down without disappointment.

The two of them were in this small world, and outside was the malice of the god of death. This was probably the moment she was closest to death.

"You said just now that you want me to live, but I hope you can live even more."

Reaching out her hand to caress his face, she couldn't see anything in the dark, she could only perceive it with the lines touched by her hand:
"I probably understand Xu Feifei's choice a little bit, because now I feel the same way as her."

As long as he lives well.

"Where is the president? Where is the president?"

Looking at the escaped crowd one by one, Han Xiu's face was full of anxiety, until Song Bingjue was not found after searching through the crowd, he looked complicatedly at the guest house not far away that had been covered by mudslides.

"Goodnight didn't come out?"

Ignoring Xu Peng behind him urging him to slow down, Xu Shuo pushed his wheelchair and came to Han Xiu:
"What the hell is going on? Didn't any of you save her?"

Li Nian, who also looked very ugly, held his hand tightly, and sat down on the ground very discouraged:
"It's all my fault... Good night has too many wounds on her body, and her mental state is not very good. I want to let her sleep at night with peace of mind..."

Seeing his sad and regretful face, Xu Shuo suddenly understood something. They were all drenched by the heavy rain, and the coolness also hit him intermittently:

"Dig! Desperately dig it out for me good night!"

He couldn't just watch her disappear into his life again!

"Water, water..."

While sleeping in a daze, Mu Wan'an heard the ravings of the person beside her. She leaned closer to hear what he was saying, but she touched his forehead, causing her to wake up immediately:

"Why is it so hot?!"

Not long after the wound on his body stopped bleeding, he started to have a high fever. If he continues to let him go on like this, I'm afraid he will die of fever!
He wanted to use a cold handkerchief to cool him down, and he wanted to drink water... Mu Wan'an forced herself to calm down, she put her hands in her pocket, but found a pair of small nail scissors.

This is... She hesitantly opened the scissors, with a small file on it, which was enough to cut through the surface of the skin if she used force.

After touching him who was already scorching hot, Mu Wan'an didn't hesitate any longer, and hit his wrist hard with a file——

"hiss……"

The sharp pain made her gasp. She didn't dare to waste it. She picked up the remaining cloth strips and wrapped the wound, let the blood soak the cloth strips, and then moved her hand in front of him.

He opened his mouth and let the blood flow into his mouth drop by drop. After a while, he reckoned that it was almost done, and let the blood-stained veil cool a bit, and spread it on his head.

As soon as the veil warmed up, she took it back and continued to wet it with her own blood.

After repeating this four or five times, she also felt a little dizzy, but she still held her breath and continued to change the veil for him.

"Wait, wait, we will be rescued soon..."

Falling weakly into his arms, Mu Wan'an opened her eyes in vain, feeling the fiery breath coming from him, and smiled self-deprecatingly:
"I really hope now that you never liked me... In this way, you won't suffer with me here..."

As she spoke, she took off the veil from his head and wrapped it around her wound. The temperature of him left on the veil was still very hot. After wetting the veil, she shook it off again. Come, put it on his forehead.

After doing all this, she became more and more dizzy, and just about to raise her hand to try his temperature, she just passed out.