Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

AK keeps driving forward, almost at the speed of the car, and wheels scream from time to time as he walks down the highway ahead.

Seasonal Warm didn't want to see Mo Jingdeep such a look. She swallowed blood, raised her hand to touch his face, wanted him to be the man who could manage everything, wanted him to be well, but raised his hand only half, and the helplessness almost fell down again.

Mo Jing grabbed her hand in time and dragged her hand full of blood onto his face. Seasonal Warm had never seen him so wretched. Her face was full of blood.

But it's still so beautiful...

Seasonal warmth leaned in his arms and smiled again.

Feeling Ink's deep hands holding her back all the time, like surrounding her with a sense of security all over the world.

At least in this life she no longer dies alone, at least in his arms.

But I'm so sad, I'll probably leave Mo Jingdeep alone in the future...

The car was quiet, K didn't say a word, focused on driving, even driving crazy.

The car was quiet as if there were only two people with deep ink scenery and warm season, but deep ink scenery was no longer a word, just constantly rubbing the blood at the mouth of warm season, more because the words of warm season just now held her in her arms, always calm eyes were a dark red, the warm season leaned in his arms no longer moving, no more talking, she really hurt and tired, not even a little strength, even gradually felt a little numb, numbness as if no longer felt pain.

From the time she was abducted to the present, there was no such thing as Atsuta said until noon tomorrow, Mo Jingdeep took less than three hours to bring her back to him, even if she was now covered in injuries and even possible life would disappear into his arms, but at least those times of fear and suffering were finally over, and now she was only grateful.

Appreciate his dedication to her, much too much.

Still swallowing blood before the season warmed, there was hardly even such a basic move at this time. Ink Jing died squeezing her hand on his face, muttering: “Do as you wish, don't sleep. ”

Seasonal warmth really couldn't open her eyes, only in the blurred consciousness felt Ink deep kiss on her eyes, hands kept squeezing her jaw, even to press her people, forced her to open her eyes, she tried for a long time, just a slight wrinkle in her brow, mute with a very light and light voice only he could hear when he approached his head said: “It hurts so much... how can it not hurt... the scariest thing in life is not to die... but to experience death twice...”

Mo Jing's eyes dropped deeply and looked at the little woman in her arms full of bath blood. Her voice was mute with anger: “Seasonal warmth, open your eyes for me to hold on! Open your eyes and look at me! Open up! ”

Seasonal warm eyelids moved, his already weak hands were forced to stick on his face, but her fingers were weak without any movement.

“Warm! ”

She closed her eyes and no longer had any movement. The wrinkles in her eyebrows gradually loosened, as if her senses were draining away with the loss of blood.

“Seasonal warmth! Don't sleep!”

“ …… ”

“Seasonal warmth! ”

“ …… ”

“K! Hurry up!”

As K. drove through the rearview mirror and looked backwards, he saw Mo Jing Deep and the immobile season warmth in his arms. He wanted to talk, but when he saw Mo Jing Deep's eyes again, his heart trembled hard.

I've never seen Mr. Mo look like he was begging him to drive faster.

K. stepped on the throttle, luckily all the pedestrians and vehicles on the road had been temporarily emptied ten minutes ago, and the speed of the car had soared to the fastest ever, almost flying on the road--

This near-fatal gunshot wound to Sear Warm's body, ordinary hospital has no way to save people, can only go to the biggest international hospital in Los Angeles, where there are the best doctors, the best medical methods and instruments, several shots were fired on the body of the former balance over the years, the danger is that the hospital was rescued by doctors from the ghost gate, now can only hope there, if even that hospital can't be rescued, then I'm afraid Sear Warm is really in a state of exhaustion right now.

“Warm, open your eyes and look at me...”

Who's talking?

Seasonal warmth's consciousness is in chaos. It's as if someone's voice was heard and someone was calling her, but the voice is empty, as if it's far away, but it's close.

Seeing the little woman in her arms did not reflect anything, Mo Jingdeep dead codified her hand, refused to let her hand fall like this, kept putting her hand on his face, but only felt the temperature of her hand drop by a little, except that the blood she bled was warm.

……

Fifteen minutes to the hospital, from the highway to the hospital, has been almost miraculous.

Seasonal warmth was sent to the emergency room by fire speed, saw that Dr. Wendell, who had personally saved many lives at the XI base, had walked into the emergency room in disinfectant clothes, AK stood outside for a long breath, then turned around, saw Ink Jing Deep standing there, his body was full of Seasonal warm blood, many people around him saw the eye-catching alarm, thought he was injured, otherwise how could there be so much blood on him?

“Mr. Moore.” K. walked over, and once he was in awe and admiration of Mr. Mo, so he was often cautious when he spoke to him, and not at this moment, but really didn't know how to say it.

“The best doctors in America are here, and Mrs Moore will make it.” K. 's tone is a little overwhelming, and even he knows how uncertain it is.

After all, the location of the season's warm shots is right in the back spine near the back of the neck, where it's really too dangerous, and more accurately, it will cut off the air on the spot.

From the constant bleeding from the warm mouth of the season just now, it is clear that her visceral injuries are absolutely insignificant, not to mention a number of previous injuries on her body.

He should know more than anyone how dangerous she is right now, precisely because Mo Jing knows exactly where the season is warming.

Mo Jing was deeply silent, he just kept looking at the light on the emergency room, and the half of his body infected by the warm blood of the season was almost numb enough not to move, he just stood still and looked at the door in front of him, as if the next moment, the warmth of the season would disappear in the door.

His dark, bloody eyes were always staring in that direction. A K stood beside him and wanted to talk. He could see Mr. Mo's face like this, and he could never say anything more.

People came and went outside the emergency room door. Mo Jing was as deep as a statue. He didn't listen or listen to the people around him. He only stared at the emergency room door. The doctors who came by to ask him were scared by his cold and frosty atmosphere to come any closer. He didn't dare to ask more questions.