Han Yurou slapped his hand away: "I didn't cry."

"Well, don't cry. I hate seeing you cry the most." Rong Jincheng's face didn't have much emotion, it was even calm, calmer than ever, "Let me tell you a joke, it's very funny..."

"Shut up." Han Yurou's hands were trembling and she failed to bandage them several times. She felt that Rong Jincheng was really noisy and talked too much.

Rong Jincheng: "..."

Wronged.

Very aggrieved.

Han Yurou didn't even know he had shed so much blood. Is this man an idiot?

After the bandage was done, the bleeding stopped. A layer of sweat broke out on Han Yurou's back. She didn't know whether it was from tiredness or fear.

Her eyes were red and filled with endless luster. After she finished doing this, she collapsed on the ground and gasped, her heart beating rapidly.

Rong Jincheng also sat on the ground.

The two people sat opposite each other on the wooden board, their eyes facing each other under the weak light.

He kept looking at her, as if he couldn't get enough of her.

There was a bit of resentment in her eyes. I don't know what she was complaining about. Anyway, her eyes were like knives.

"Let's go, I'll take you out." Rong Jincheng forced himself to stand up.

"Can you still move?"

"Of course." He gritted his teeth and smiled, "How do you want me to move?"

"If you don't want to stay here, I'll go out first and then look for Laosan and the others."

"I'm afraid you won't want me anymore and will leave me here alone."

"You're not even afraid of death, and you're still afraid that I'll leave you here?"

"Yeah, I'm not afraid of death. What I'm afraid of is this lonely world, being alone."

"Pretentious." It was the first time in Han Yurou's life that she saw such a pretentious Rong Jincheng.

"Let's go together. It will be much better if there is someone to take care of you." Rong Jincheng stretched out his hand to her, "Give me your hand and I will take you out."

"Your wound is very serious. At least you can get shelter from the wind and rain here. What if you go out and can't come back for a while?"

"Then die!"

Rong Jincheng's tone was joking, but Han Yurou suddenly stood up with a very ugly look on her face: "Then you die here alone, I don't care about you anymore."

Neuropathy.

She got dressed, opened the door and left.

The snow had lightened a bit, it was still dark, the surroundings were extremely quiet, and not a single sound could be heard.

It's so cold.

She put her hands in her pockets and walked forward in the wind and snow.

There were two sets of footprints left on the ground, one deeper and one shallower. She walked very slowly, and her little figure gradually disappeared into the snow.

Rong Jincheng caught up.

Are you going to leave just now? Don’t give him face.

He also caught up: "Rourou, little baby, dear, wait for me."

Although the tone was joking, he knew that the wound was very painful. The pain made him grin and he could hardly speak.

Fortunately, the snow has lightened up a lot.

The snow was so thick that it seemed like there was no end in sight to this distant suburb.

He endured the pain of the wound and chased after her. He hugged Han Yurou's waist from behind, pulled her body over, and kissed her purple lips without hesitation.

This kiss caught Han Yurou off guard.

Rong Jincheng hugged her, hugging her, almost squeezing her waist with his big hands and refusing to let go.

He was kissing her with all his strength.

My breathing was heavy and my heart was beating violently.

Rong Jincheng admitted that he used to be a prodigal, but only she could give him the feeling of kissing like this, as if he was exhausted. He wanted to kiss her, but Xiao thought about it for a long time.
Chapter completed!