Since then, I will not pay in vain

Nervous, numb, suffocating, never-before-experienced pleasure... It's the first time I feel this way in Wu Zixin's body, growing up so big!

Under the man's fiery kiss, Wu Zishen's breathing became short of breath, as if the air in his lungs was being suffocated, his face flushed red.

At some point, Jing Qingcang had kissed her enough, raised his body and looked at her, with a cruel smile on his lips.

Want to suffocate me?I have a bad cold today, so it's no wonder it doesn't infect you.

If I die, I will hold you back as well.

"You bastard." When Wu Zixin came to his senses, he was so angry that he punched Jing Qingcang hard, hitting him in the chest.

"Cough, cough, cough." Jing Qingcang's throat felt a thin itch, and before he could fight back, he coughed violently.

"Kill you bastard, how dare you take advantage of my old lady." Taking advantage of the moment when he was coughing and unable to fight back, Wu Zixin picked up the pillow at the head of the bed and slammed at him.

Jing Qingcang parried with his hands, and after a violent cough, he suddenly lay down straight.

Ah, did Xiao San get beaten to death by himself?
She was petrified.

"Hey, get up." She kicked him with her foot.

But he didn't move.

Wu Zixin was scared.

What's the matter?Did it kill someone?
She dropped the pillow in a panic and bent down to look at him.

The man's face was pale and bloodless, and his eyes were tightly closed.

"Jing Xiaosan, wake up!" She patted his face.

But Jing Qingcang didn't respond any more, he just lay upright.

Wu Zixin put his fingers under his nose and probed.

Fortunately, a little breath!
what to do?Do you want to send it to the hospital?

But now it is difficult for her to get him there by herself, and if he is really dead, then she will be speechless!

She gritted her teeth, squatted down and took a lot of effort to help Jing Qingcang onto the bed.

No matter what, don't let him lie on the ground!
Afterwards, she clapped her hands, prepared to apply oil on the soles of her feet, and walked away.

She is still young and hasn't even gotten married yet, so she doesn't want to just accompany the funeral like this.

She turned away.

After walking a few steps, a elongated and gloomy voice suddenly came from behind: "Wu Zixin, do you want to slip away after you killed me? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

Wu Zixin's hair stood on end for a moment, and he turned around immediately.

The man was still lying straight on the bed, motionless.

She was so frightened that she lost her seven souls and couldn't even move her feet.

"Jing Xiaosan, you died of illness yourself, no blame on me, you should hurry up and reincarnate, I'll go first." After a while, she tremblingly said, turned around and ran away.

But just after running a few steps, a black object fell directly from the top of her head with a "bang", hitting her in front of her.

"Ah." She screamed in fright, holding her face in her hands.

"Meow." At this moment, she heard a meow. She opened her eyes and saw that it was a little tabby cat. The little guy was staring at her with blue eyes and calling.

"Little cat." Wu Zixin heaved a sigh of relief, no longer afraid, and stroked the cat's head with her hand. She usually likes cats the most.

The cat meowed a few times in the direction of Jing Qingcang.

Wu Zishen turned around and saw the man lying on the bed, his handsome features were exceptionally clear and beautiful, even if he died, he would die in a particularly elegant and dignified way, which was touching.

Hey, it would be a pity if such a man really died.

Her heart moved, and she came back again, sat down beside his bed, and put her hand to his nose.

Fortunately, he was breathing, so he didn't seem to be dead yet.

She stood up and looked at the quilt, thinking that if she covered his nose with the quilt at this time, she would surely kill him.

Do you want to move your fingers?

As he thought about it, he raised his hand unexpectedly.

"Yan Wangye, I was killed by a woman, you should take that vicious woman away, lest she harm other men again." At this moment, an extremely deep and mysterious voice echoed. .

"Ah, Lord Hades, I didn't kill him, he died of illness." Wu Zixin was so frightened that he lost his soul and quickly raised his hands in surrender.

There was no sound in the bedroom.

Wu Zishen looked at Jing Qingcang tremblingly.

"Hey." Hearing a dull sigh, Jing Qingcang turned over after exhaling a long breath.

Wu Zixin froze for a moment, then carefully put his hand under his nose and probed again.

Breathing, he is indeed not dead yet!

She hurriedly took out her mobile phone to call the hospital, and the doctor there said that the patient should be sent to the hospital for a detailed examination.

She gritted her teeth, okay, let's send him to the hospital, although he deserved to be a mistress, but it's not enough to die, let's save him first.

"Jing Xiaosan, get up." She patted his butt hard and shouted loudly.

Jing Qingcang didn't respond again.

Wu Zixin was very embarrassed, she really didn't have the strength to help him to the hospital.

She bent down to take his hand, and when she wanted to put his arm on her shoulder to help her out, it was horribly hot to touch his hand.

God, this is a high fever.

Instead, she calmed down, thought for a while, and went to get alcohol to physically cool him down.

She rolled up his sleeves and was stunned for a moment. The man's skin was particularly white and greasy, like a woman. She rubbed alcohol on his arms and neck, and was about to unbutton his chest. , a big hand suddenly grabbed her hand.

Startled, she raised her eyes.

Jing Qingcang suddenly opened his ink pupils, and was staring at her, his eyes were more white than dark, his facial muscles were stiff, like a zombie.

"Ah, Boss Jing, I'm not trying to harm you, I just want to save you, don't kill me." Wu Zixin threw away the alcohol and began to cry.

Jing Qingcang squinted his eyes, and curled his lips. This little girl is not afraid of anything, but she is afraid of ghosts, so why not play tricks on her.

"Say, do you really want to kill me?" He deliberately bit his tongue and asked.

"I have a little bit, I'm sorry." Wu Zixin replied honestly with a pale face.

"Why do you have such a vicious heart, why is your heart so cruel?" He gritted his teeth and asked.

"I didn't do it on purpose. You robbed my cousin and hurt me several times. I just want to get revenge." Wu Zixin pouted.

"If you don't pester me, will I harm you? What does it matter to you if I rob your cousin? Say, why do you pester me?"

"I...I..." Wu Zixin stammered, his face was flushed, and even the roots of his ears were red.

In fact, she didn't know why she kept staring at Jing Qingcang, she just felt that this man was annoying to her and wanted to fix him, but she really couldn't figure out the specific reason.

"You can't tell the reason, but you just want to kill me on purpose, and I won't let you go." Jing Qingcang gritted his teeth and forgot to hold his voice for a while.

Wu Zixin froze for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, and met Jing Qingcang's unfathomable eyes.

She suddenly understood.

"Ah, damn it, you're lying to me again, threatening me, to see if I won't kill you." She stood up and raised her fists to beat him hard.

Jing Qingcang suddenly turned over, pressed her under him, and put a hand in from the hem of her clothes...

Wu Zixin's breathing became disordered all at once, and there were clouds of seven colors in front of his eyes.