Your Majesty, the princess ran away again!

Jun Zhuoyuan spat out a mouthful of blood, splashing all over Mu Nanyan.

I was already seriously injured, and the damage made it even worse!

But this person not only did not run away, but actually... Jun Zhuoyuan was touched all over by a pair of small hands, from top to bottom, leaving no part untouched.

Jun Zhuoyuan stared at the woman on his body with a look of shock on his face.

Unfortunately, Mu Nanyan didn't notice that he had woken up, and her hands kept groping down. This muscle, oh~

Jun Zhuoyuan raised his right hand and grabbed the little hand on his leg. Mu Nanyan was startled by this change. She looked up and met a pair of dark eyes, which seemed to make people fall into the abyss. He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, with sword-like eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and his eyelashes were thin and thick, which made Mu Nanyan very envious.

She felt the murderous intent in the man's eyes, swallowed nervously, and noticed that the strength in her wrist was getting weaker and weaker: Ha, you can't hold on anymore, why are you pretending to be such a domineering president.

Jun Zhuoyuan noticed that her expression was becoming more and more rampant. He suppressed his anger and tightened his grip, but he was too badly injured and had no strength left, so his grip dropped before he could clench it. He simply gave in and closed his eyes, feeling like he was letting herself be dealt with.

"Hey, that's not right! In this case, shouldn't you ask me who you are?" Mu Nanyan poked his shoulder with her index finger, thinking about the time-travel novels she had read. Isn't this my destiny? Sure enough, novels are all lies.

Jun Zhuoyuan was so angry that he wanted to vent, but the injuries on his body didn't allow him to move, so he turned his head and ignored her.

Seeing that he ignored her, Mu Nanyan felt a little depressed and continued to touch him. Jun Zhuoyuan didn't have the strength to resist and let her do whatever she wanted to him. After all, he was powerless now.

Mu Nanyan pressed his forearm, observed his expression, and saw that his brows were getting more and more furrowed, so she gently put it down.

I stood up and looked around, and saw a few large pieces of rubble at the entrance of the cave. I walked over to pick them up, weighed them, and found they were okay enough to swing them a few times.

I walked under the tree, looked up and found a thicker branch to cut down. My chest really hurt!

Throwing down the stone, she sat on the ground, picked up the branches and measured them one by one, put the selected ones under her armpits, and returned to Jun Zhuoyuan. She looked at the hem of her skirt and then at his underwear, and resolutely decided to tear his, after all, it was so tattered that it was hard to wear.

Mu Nanyan stretched out her hand to his underwear, and with a rustling sound, before Jun Zhuoyuan could react, a cool breeze filled his chest. Although it was midsummer, the abyss was unexpectedly cool. Jun Zhuoyuan stared at her actions and wanted to kill her, but seeing that she was holding the branch on her arm and fixing it with her underwear, it seemed that she was healing her wound... The coldness on his body receded a little with her movements.

Mu Nanyan sat cross-legged and pulled down his pants seriously. Jun Zhuoyuan's face turned red. His little...brother...had been lying quietly between his legs, and was a little stimulated by the breeze.

"You." Jun Zhuoyuan's voice was low, with anger and shame.

"So you're not mute!" Mu Nanyan shifted her gaze to his face, her big eyes sparkling and full of curiosity.

Jun Zhuoyuan tried to raise his hands to cover his legs, but before he could do so, Mu Nanyan stopped him: "Don't move, it will affect the wound. Your wound is poisonous, it's best not to move or you will die soon."

In this way, Jun Zhuoyuan's little brother was forced to endure the ravages of the wind. He didn't want to kill her now, but he wanted to die...

Mu Nanyan paid no attention to his little thoughts and was concentrating on fiddling with the wound on his leg. This injury was a bit troublesome. The kneecap should be broken, but the extent of the breakage could only be determined by looking at the X-ray.

I folded my arms across my chest, looked up at the sky and cleared my mind. Suddenly, a space appeared in my mind. Wow, this is coming?