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Suddenly seeing the ugly wound on Xia Jiaoyang's face, Lu Chen suddenly stopped, turned Xia Jiaoyang's face away, and fixedly stared at the scar on Xia Jiaoyang's face.

Just when he was in a state of confusion, love, and bewilderment, the movement on his body suddenly disappeared. Xia Jiaoyang opened his watery eyes suspiciously, and was horrified when he saw Lu Chen looking down at her.

"Don't look, don't look!" Xia Jiaoyang covered his face with his hands, shaking his head and screaming.

How could she have forgotten, the wound on her face is still not healed, ugly and scary!

If Lu Chen saw this appearance, he would definitely feel disgusted!

Lu Chen was stunned for a moment, his eyes were filled with regret, he ignored Xia Jiaoyang's pleading, and gently broke Xia Jiaoyang's hand.

"Don't look, please don't look..." Xia Jiaoyang turned his eyes away, tears streaming down his face.

Lu Chen didn't say anything, clasped Xia Jiaoyang's hands on top of his head, and gently kissed the scar with his thin, cool lips.

He is such a jerk, if he had known she was hurt like this, he would have cared about the overall situation, wouldn't it be great if he came directly to her and left her alone to bear the pain.

"Yangyang, I really deserve to die."

Lu Chen murmured, his warm breath sprayed on Xia Jiaoyang's injured side face, from the corner of his lips to the end of his eyes, kissing every inch made his heart ache a lot.

What's the use of feeling sorry for her now!

Xia Jiaoyang pursed his lips and looked away, tears streaming down his big purple grape-like eyes.

Angrily pushing Lu Chen's body, Lu Chen made a muffled sound, but pressed her harder, just not to be separated from her.

"Yangyang, forgive me, forgive me..." Lu Chen begged.

How could Xia Jiaoyang calm down so easily, he pursed his lips and did not speak, nor did he look at Lu Chen.

But soon, she realized something was wrong.

A warm liquid seeped through the fabric of her clothes and seeped onto her skin, spreading bigger and bigger.

Xia Jiaoyang was shocked, and turned his head to look at Lu Chen. Lu Chen's dark eyes were fixed on her, and his gentle love was not diminished.

Xia Jiaoyang looked at Lu Chen, slowly took his hand out from under Lu Chen's body, and looked away under Lu Chen's gaze, and suddenly turned pale with shock.

Red, blood!

"What's the matter with you?" Xia Jiaoyang pushed Lu Chen's body away, unbuttoned his suit, immediately covered his mouth, and stared fixedly at Lu Chen's chest.

The white shirt on the chest was already soaked in blood, and the large swath of Yin Hong's blood continued to spread. Xia Jiaoyang couldn't even tell where the blood came from.

No wonder he is wearing a black suit today!It turned out to be to cover up the blood on his body!

She was so stupid that she didn't see his pale face and kept hitting him.

Xia Jiaoyang was on the verge of crying in a hurry, and hurriedly tore off Lu Chen's clothes, but Lu Chen grabbed his hand and put it on his heart.

"Yangyang, forgive me..."

"Are you stupid!" Xia Jiaoyang was anxious and angry, looking at Lu Chen's pale lips, "What time is it now, and you still say you have thoughts!"

"Forgive me," Lu Chen insisted, looking fixedly at Xia Jiaoyang, "If you don't forgive me, I might as well die."

How could he still be in the mood to be helpless at such a time?

Xia Jiaoyang gave Lu Chen an angry look, "If you die, I won't even want anyone else!"

Her words were neither salty nor weak, but Lu Chen seemed to see the sky full of flowers.

Lu Chen tore Xia Jiaoyang off, hugging him tightly like a lost treasure.

"Yangyang, Yangyang—"

"Lu Chen, you lunatic!" Xia Jiaoyang yelled, her cheek pressed against his blood-soaked shirt, and the strong smell of blood surrounded her.

"Yes, I am crazy."

Lu Chen looked at the ceiling, his eyes flickering.He laughed uncontrollably, ignoring the torn wounds on his body.

"Crazy, big pervert!"