Qinglian Snow Heavy

so powerful.Seeing Jiarui, Qinglian knelt on the footrest in front of the bed, and threw her whole body on Jiarui's body, regardless of her fine attire being kneaded into a ball.Qinglian propped herself up on her elbows, and sat sideways beside Jia Rui, tracing Jia Rui's handsome outline with her fingertips, but unexpectedly, the bloody fingertips added a bloody tear stain to Jia Rui's eyes.Qinglian immediately moved her hand away, but the dripping blood and tears slid down her cheeks, and the meandering blood seemed to ooze out the silent regret in Jiarui's heart.Yan Shoufang did not hesitate to entertain with drugs, but Jiarui's face was ashen, how could Qinglian not guess what, the blood and tears were unclear, Qinglian hurriedly reached out to wipe them away.At this time, the heartache has already overwhelmed the body pain, and the pain between fingers and heart is nothing.When Qinglian stared at Jia Rui's tightly closed eyes, she cupped Jia Rui's cheek with slightly trembling fingertips, but it was self-defeating, and the bloody fingertips stained Jia Rui's pale face red.In the darkness, ashes, and the blood flowing wantonly now, Jia Rui's face was covered with stains, making him look hideous and terrifying.Qinglian panicked at this moment, raised her hands to look at the ten fingers gushing blood, Qinglian wished she could chop off all of them.The blood showed no signs of stopping, Qinglian pulled out her belt, and the complicated brocade was wrapped around the wound, the light moon white was dark red.Qinglian slowly leaned down, her face was close to Jia Rui's cheek, and then a light kiss landed on the place where there was no warmth at all.There was a bloody smell under his lips, and the stained blood made Jia Rui look like he was struggling in hell.Jiarui wouldn't like this, Qinglian thought to herself, she couldn't wipe it off with her hands, so Qinglian stretched out her small tongue, and slowly licked the traces of blood.Kissed inch by inch, from the eyebrows all the way down, the delicate kiss conveyed the fiery love in the heart.This is the first time that Qinglian kisses Jiarui proactively, and it is different from the response on the gate tower. At this moment, Qinglian has completely let go of the taboo of her love for Jiarui.Regardless of whether it violates the rules of ethics or loses morals, Qinglian has long since left behind, and the fame and fortune outside her body are like floating clouds. What is more important than Shang Jiarui's survival, and then the two of them stay together.Let Qinglian retrieve the happiness that was lost by the previous generation of the pure moon god son, and the divine jade on her forehead is in full bloom.The blood on Jia Rui's face was carefully licked clean by Qinglian, and the kiss fell on Jia Rui's lips.After being in a coma for a long time, Jiarui's lips were pale, cold and dry, and Qinglian's lips felt rough and rubbed against them. Qinglian caressed her lips, as if she wanted to transfer the breath of life to Jiarui.At this time, the blood residue from the previous sucking moistened Jia Rui's lips. Qinglian did not have Jia Rui's domineering skills, but she also felt the dry land under her cheeks.Qinglian pried open Jiarui's lips with her tongue, and poked in, blocked by her clenched teeth, lingering over it.After lingering for a long time, body fluid slowly infiltrated, and finally, because her cheeks were sore and swollen, Qinglian had no choice but to stand up.A short distance away, Qinglian propped her elbows and stared at the sleeping Jiarui. Her face, which had been stained with blood, was now warm and wet. Carefully licking her face made her cold face warm and translucent. Like a thin layer of sweat, the original dead gray was replaced by anger.Qinglian carefully brushed away the broken hair that was messing around Jia Rui's ear, and found that some of the blood stained just now snaked along the hairline or chin to Jia Rui's neck.So Qinglian bent down again, and pressed her cheek against Jiarui's neck, but what she felt was still the sticky coldness.Why Jiarui's body is so cold, the temperature that has been relied on can no longer be found.Qinglian missed her so much, so he didn't want Jiarui to lie in front of him coldly.Qinglian longed for Jia Rui's embrace, longed for that hidden warmth, not the desperate tenderness now, but she couldn't get the slightest response.Qinglian has been entangled with Jiarui on the bed till now, her large Chinese dress has already been half-off because of the removal of the belt, and the middle shirt that exposed the inside has also been loose.Qinglian carefully lifted the quilt with her entangled hands, the room was warm as spring, and Jiarui could only pass on the clothes.With trembling hands, Qinglian unbuttoned Jia Rui's shirt, revealing her solid chest, which was thick and strong but morbidly pale.

204、Sacrificing oneself...

Qinglian leaned down, and pressed her face to Jiarui's chest, it was icy cold, and the warmth that was so lingering would never return. If it wasn't for the weak heartbeat, Qinglian could not believe that Jiarui was still alive.Qinglian pressed her ear tightly to Jiarui's chest, the slow heartbeat made Qinglian feel at ease, but because it was too weak, she had to lean her ears to feel the buried pulse, but even so, Jiarui still kept her heart beating. With a cold body, so what, the emperor who lost the blessing of the gods is lucky to not die.Qinglian seemed to have thought of something, raised her head suddenly, sat up straight with difficulty on her elbows, then raised her hand, and tore off the wrapped belt.Due to the pressure of the belt, the blood from Qinglian's fingertips had already stopped, but it was a pity that the cloth adhered to the skin, and the auspicious cloud embroidery pattern was embedded in the flesh and blood.With a cruel heart, Qinglian bit one end with her teeth and slowly tore it off.Some torn wounds gushed blood again, Qinglian quickly put it in her mouth, and sucked a few mouthfuls vigorously, suppressing the nausea in her chest due to the blood, preventing the blood from contaminating Jiarui's body.Then Qinglian stretched out her hands, and carefully unbuttoned her skirt, the pure white dress slipped off, revealing Qinglian's plain shirt.Her fingertips were numb due to the pain, and Qinglian failed to untie the knot several times in a row. Instead, the wound that was constantly being rubbed was oozing blood, staining the neckline a little red.Tong Jingyu couldn't bear to watch from the sidelines, suppressed the pain in her heart, stepped forward, and helped Qinglian untie the knot of her middle shirt, then paused for a moment, put her hands inside, groping to untie the knot of Qinglian's obscene clothes, Then quietly exit.Qinglian looked at Tong Jingyu gratefully and smiled back, but in Tong Jingyu's eyes, Qinglian's eyes that were originally clear as a spring are now foggy and deep pools, misty and far away.She can no longer see the shadow in her own reflection, because Qinglian's eyes are full of Jiarui, so there is no room for Tong Jingyu.Tong Jingyu turned her back, and covered the hand that was still bloody after the gauze was torn off under her sleeve, Qinglian wouldn't care now, right?At this time, Qinglian's eyes can't tolerate anyone except Jiarui, and the people around her are all connected with each other.Qinglian doesn't want Jiarui to die, but she doesn't know why she has such a deep obsession. If she is lost again, she will be truly conscious of the world because of the love that Chunyue Shenzi did not hesitate to betray the gods. This love has turned the world upside down, and it has cost too much.If Jiarui survived, there might be a glimmer of hope for everything. If it collapses, then the fate of Zi Ye and Yan Lan will be repeated.Tong Jingyu helped Qinglian loosen the knots of her clothes, and all the clothes on Qinglian's body were loose. When she took off her middle shirt, Qinglian's white jade-like body was hazy under the fine silk.Qinglian caressed the skirt of the obscene clothes, there was a slight pause, but she still took off the last piece of clothes after a while, facing Jia Rui frankly.Although the house is as warm as spring, Qinglian still shudders slightly after her clothes are taken off, the fine cold particles appearing on her skin are like morning dew, fleeting in the rising sun, chasing the rising sun.If it weren't for the scar that pierced through the entire shoulder blade under the left breast clavicle and occupied most of Qinglian's chest and back, then this body would really be like a jade carving.Even the intractable bruises and bruises that accumulated over time on her body were like jade-stained haze.But it's a pity that under those two ugly scars, this beautiful jade is hard to be flawless after all.Tong Jingyu watched Qinglian silently from the side, her hair pouring down like a black spring, covering the large scar on her left shoulder.Even so, the piercing scars on the chest are still vivid, making it impossible to forget what kind of ordeal the owner of this body suffered at the beginning, and how much pain this broken body must endure to survive to this day.The body that was originally as thin as paper is no longer seen. When the chest has width and the body has thickness, it is green and astringent like a budding buddha lotus, slowly unfolding its flowers and leaves.Tong Jingyu found that Qinglian had grown up unconsciously. Although she was still Qingjun, she had grown into a man of her own.Even if the sky is covered with heavy snow and frozen for thousands of miles, this lonely Buddha lotus will continue to bloom in adversity as always, without fear of the fate of ice-covered snow and cold pistil.Qinglian stretched out her hand and stroked Jia Rui's face lightly, tracing the pale eyebrows and eyes in her sleep, and then slowly bent her body down.Tong Jingyu looked at Jiarui's pious Qinglian who was like a heavenly attendant, her lowered head seemed to be offering a sacrifice to the soul, and the light from the emerald green crown softly enveloped Qinglian's body, like a This is the neon dress worn by Qinglian, who is not wearing an inch of hair at this time.Tong Jingyu stepped forward lightly, and with slightly stiff fingers, opened the curtain drawn by the golden hook on the bed frame, covering the spring light.Tong Jingyu turned out of the bead curtain, and left the room where Jiarui and Qinglian shared the same bed as if fleeing, but it was a pity that Yizhai was just a small Buddhist hall, and Tong Jingyu could not go out to attract attention, so she could only lean against the sculpture by herself. The door was secretly heartbroken.The cold air seeped through the crack of the door, Tong Jingyu gently closed his eyes, letting the tears that were about to burst into his eyes be condensed in sadness.That desperate tenderness makes people feel sad, every look, every kiss, reveals a determination that there is no future in this life.Even if Qinglian grows up, so what, the burden of the common people is all on Qinglian's weak shoulders, it's too cruel, too cruel!Tong Jingyu covered her face with her hands, leaned her head on the door frame slumpedly, feeling the chill, and guarded quietly.I don't know how long it took, suddenly there was a rustling sound outside the door,