Bewitching prince my husband

"No! I won't let you die, open your eyes, open your eyes quickly!" The person behind roared loudly, and I could vaguely feel the anxiety in his voice.

I laughed again, barely visible.

"...He, he...every time, when I'm about to die...when I die, he will be like this...anxiously and orderly, no, don't let me die..." So, I came back to life every time, I don’t know how many times I went around the gate of hell, but I still came back alive, because I don’t want to give up.

Yes, this time.

"...I, I thought...he, at least, he had me in his heart, because, because...he, he would, would feel sorry for me..." So, I fell, falling into the fabric he made for me in the illusion.

"But, but... I, I was wrong, wrong, wrong... so outrageous..."

Blood, along with the spoken words, gushed out of his mouth, and he didn't even have the strength to cough. It was uncomfortable and painful, but it was not as violent as the suffocating pain in his head.

"Don't talk nonsense! Hold on, do you hear? If you dare to die, I will let the whole Ouyang Fort be buried with you! Do you hear? Do you hear..."

I couldn't hear the rest of the words clearly, thinking that the knife on my chest and shoulders from last time still had a scar, and now I need another one... With these messy thoughts, the sadness in my heart was relieved a lot, Close your eyes comfortably.

It is indeed comfortable, fainting is better than being awake, at least I won't worry about some unfounded things.

It's just that it's not a good thing to be woken up by pain.

Looking at the familiar top of the bed, my first thought was: it really hurts; my second thought was: I'm still alive, my life is really great.

"Are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" The bedside was not Brother Mo, nor the kid from Liujing, but this masked man.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, "Alive."

"Of course you're alive." The voice of the man next to the bed was a bit colder, the familiar chill, for some reason, gave me the illusion of nostalgia.

Ugh.

He closed his eyes silently, why are he still thinking about that man?Not bad?I have lost people, and now I have lost my heart, and I am worthless.

"Take good care of your wounds, the doctor said, but fortunately you didn't hurt your vitals. However, you still have to take good care of your wounds, otherwise the root cause of the disease will be left behind, which will be bad." An Ping really persuaded in a good voice.

I knew that I couldn't take my anger out on this person in front of me. He was right, but he was born somewhat similar to that person, so I gently nodded: "Yes, I see."

"..." The commotion outside the door continued, I raised my eyes, "Who did you stop outside?"

"That brat." An Ping really didn't hide anything, this person's character became more and more familiar to me, even the way he handled things was the same.

Helplessly sighed again, "Let him in."

"You need to rest." An Ping really refused forcefully, and then pulled my quilt, which means that I have to sleep if I don't sleep.

I rolled my eyes, "Let him in." Then I got up with some difficulty, trying to lean against the head of the bed, who would just wake up from a coma and fall asleep again?

Staring at me fiercely, this person seems to be ready to get angry. I think this person is usually used to giving orders, and never understands that others have the right to be independent.

We just stared at each other like this, until I blinked weakly and tiredly, thinking that I had lost my momentum, I saw the face still wearing a mask, and with a groan, I turned and left the door, and immediately Run into a small figure.

"Brother Tuo! You, are you still in pain?" The little guy looked nervous, looking straight at my upper body, as if blood was really about to flow out.

He forced a smile, and slowly stretched out his hand to rub the palpable little head, "Brother Xiao Tuo doesn't hurt." I'm used to this kind of injury, and I'm used to the pain.

"Hmm..." Liu Jing's small face was still worried, her two little eyebrows were wrinkled together, and her heart felt a little warm.

"When Xiao Tuo gets well, then take Xiao Jing down the mountain to play, okay?"

"Well, good!" The little guy smiled openly.

"Bah!" The closed door was knocked open, and I looked over strangely, only to see that An Ping had really gone and returned, and I could still feel the chill all over his body.

I covered my forehead, suddenly feeling more powerless.

"You are very tired, it's time to rest." The man said 'calmly', as if it was a matter of course, as if I was his property and must listen to him.

He didn't have the strength to argue with him, so he obeyed him, smiled apologetically at Liu Jing who still didn't want to leave, rubbed his cerebellum, "Xiao Jing, brother Xiao Tuo is tired, sleep a little longer, you go Tell daddy, just say Brother Xiaotuo is fine, you know?"

I don't see Big Brother Mo at this time, presumably he is busy with the martial arts conference.

Liu Jing nodded, "Okay." Then he took several steps and turned his head anxiously, not forgetting to stare at An Pingzhen a few times, as if all the faults were caused by him.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that all the faults were caused by that man. Seeing that he was still in the room, I didn't say much. I slowly lowered my body, pulled the quilt over and planned to continue sleeping, but the man returned to the bed and found a The position continues to sit.

Glancing at him, I said, "I'm going to sleep."

He replied, "Yeah." There was no sign of moving.

"..." Rolling my eyes weakly, I decided to ignore this strange person to the end, so I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

The wound hurts faintly.

I slept very restlessly.

I don't know if it was a dream or an illusion, but I felt a big palm gently stroking my forehead, and then an incredible force slowly penetrated into my body. uneasiness eliminated.

I opened my eyes again, it was already the second day.The wound was still hurting, and I knew that my complexion was even worse, and the man surnamed An was not there at this time, but Ouyang Mo just happened to bring me something.

"Did it bother you?" Ouyang Mo put down his things apologetically, walked over, and carefully helped me get up and lean against the head of the bed.

Fortunately, it's still winter, otherwise, if I lay down like this, I would have had lice long ago.

"No, I woke up from the pain." I couldn't even smile, the wound really hurt.

Looking at me worriedly, Ouyang Mo suddenly squatted down and stretched out his hand to gently pull off the only clothes I was wearing. The straps were dyed red, which was a bit glaring.

"No, the wound is open again... You bastard! You are a quack doctor!" Ouyang Mo lost his composure when he saw it, and a terrifying anger sprang up spontaneously, which startled me.