Wounded by a sneak attack
Fresh blood dyed the white shirt red. In the summer, Xiao Wen's pupils bloomed enchantingly.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as they fell, plopping on his pale handsome face.
"Don't cry, I can hold on …" Xi Mu Cheng's heart ached, he didn't want her to worry, so he tried his best to support his body.
The bottle just now was the kind of broken bottle that only had half a bottle left. If he just stabbed it down like that, even if he didn't die, he would at least lose half his life.
"Don't say anything, I'll take you to the hospital, to the hospital!" He reached out to wipe the mist in his eyes, but the more he wiped it off, the more there was.
"I'll help you." Ling Xiao's brows frowned as he walked forward, and his stern face was unfathomable.
"Are you satisfied now?" Xia Xiaoling glared at him coldly, rejecting his hypocrisy. If it wasn't for him telling his subordinates to do this, would he dare to do this?