Luo Xi's vision was blurred, and all he could see was a vast expanse of red.
Jing Mohao said in a hoarse voice, "Luo Xi, if I can't even bear this injury, how can I be your man?"
"Jing Mohao, how can you still think about joking at this time?"
Luo Xi yelled at him with her nose raised, her reproachful words full of sadness.
"You think I'm joking?"
Jing Mohao raised his eyebrows uninhibitedly. "" "Hey, what are you two playing at?"
Jian Qing washed her hands and walked out of the room.
She saw the two of them hugging each other at the door.
The scar was healed and she forgot to talk about the pain.
When Luo Xi saw Jian Qing walking leisurely, he seemed to have seen a Bodhisattva coming to the world.
He immediately spread his trembling hands towards him, and his voice was almost crying because of anxiety, "Jian Qing, come here quickly, Jing Mohao has been shot.
Look, he lost a lot of blood and is about to die."
Jian Qing's clear face condensed and her eyelids twitched.
What did he say He knew this day would come He is a divine fortune teller, a prophet, a living god who predicts the future.
Why doesn't he buy a lottery ticket?
After returning to China this time, I immediately bought 10,000 bets and wrote Jing Mohao's name on them all, and asked him to share half of them when he received the award.
Jian Qing looked at Jing Mohao.
The man stood upright with a gloomy look on his face.
He did not look like he was dying as Luo Xi said.
"Luo Xi, who do you think is bad?"
Jing Mohao said gloomily.
Luo Xi ignored him and urged Jian Qing to come over with tears in her eyes.
Jian Qing knew that Jing Mohao had always been in the line of fire with minor injuries.
He did not argue about being shot.
He only struggled with Luo Xi's choice of words.
It seemed that the matter of being shot was a certainty.
Jian Qing opened the cabin door and looked at Jing Mohao, "Come in and let me take a look."
Jing Mohao had a solemn look on his face and refused to give in.
"I'm just going to take it easy.
What are you looking at?"
Luo Xi directly grabbed his elbow and dragged him towards the door with all his strength, "Jing Mohao, stop being so stubborn.
Hurry up and let Jian Qing show you."
"I won't go."
Jing Mohao refused unwaveringly.
“If you don’t go, believe me or not.”
Jing Mohao raised his eyebrows at her, "What do you want?"
"I'll just jump out of the plane again."
Jian Qing wiped her face silently.
Oh my god, these two are so playful The rhythm of life-defying every day Jing Mohao's face darkened.
Damn, this woman is addicted to jumping on planes When did her jumping off the plane become a condition for threatening him to submit?
Even though he was extremely unhappy, Jing Mohao was still dragged into the house by Luo Xi's strength.
Luo Xi pressed him on the seat and gently took off his coat.
Seeing that the snow-white shirt on his left shoulder was already a dazzling bright red, Luo Xi felt sad and quickly started to unbutton the row of shirts on his left shoulder.
The button rolled in Jing Mohao's throat, and he said in a low voice, "Luo Xi, when did you become so skilled at taking off a man's clothes?
Are you behind my back?"
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"Shut up!"
Luo Xi's voice almost screamed.
Before Jing Mohao got angry, Jian Qing was already shuddering for Luo Xi.
"Luoxi, you know there's only one way to shut me up."
Jing Mohao said with a dark expression, his eyes glancing at Luoxi's lips intentionally or unintentionally.
Luo Xi ignored him, unbuttoned all the buttons, and moved gently around his back.
Seeing that the high-quality cloth soaked in blood was clinging to the blurred wound, Luo Xi's fingers couldn't help but start to tremble
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