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"It's so ugly when you cry," Yang Qingheng breathed in a breath of cold air and raised a hand with difficulty, "Pull me up."

Song Hengjue's face was frozen with sadness and distress. He was silent for a moment, then reached out and carefully held her hand, half-hugging her and standing up.

With her body burning uncomfortably, Yang Qingheng wiped the blood from her lips and asked calmly: "Mr. Police, please help me arrange a doctor. They gave me aphrodisiacs."

Several policemen were shocked and quickly put them into the car.

Before he could sit firmly, Yang Qingheng pushed Song Hengjue away with his backhand. A person sat in the inner corner with a flushed face and crimson lips stained with blood. The overwhelming aura that hit his face made the policeman in front of him stiffen his back and his eyes were fixed. Don’t dare to relax even a little bit on the road ahead.

Song Hengjue felt sour in his heart and glared at the two of them. He stretched out his big hand and pulled up Yang Qingheng's coat. He pinched the buttons on the belly of the coat with his fingers and buttoned it all the way to the top.

Yang Qingheng didn't feel so good. The man's fingers were cold, and the rough fingertips scratched her fiery neck. The blending of ice and fire, the electric current crackling from the tailbone to the neck, the rational string in the brain It gets tighter and tighter, and all it takes is a spark for a fire to burst out.

She took a deep breath and suddenly opened her eyes. The man's white fingers were right in front of her eyes. The purple veins on her ring finger were stained with the smell of lust, which was extremely tempting.

Yang Qingheng's eyes were hot.

But she slapped his hand away hard, and her voice was frighteningly cold: "Get away."

Song Hengjue saw the disgust in her eyes, his fingers froze, he buttoned the last button on her neck, and sat a little further away.

After a pause, he looked at her again, feeling aggrieved afterward.

Yang Qingheng didn't have the energy to care about his mood, so she suppressed the flames coming out of her body, and the smell of blood in her throat became stronger and stronger.

Finally arriving at the health center, Song Hengjue picked her up and ran towards the hospital.

"This... this is the first time I've seen this medicine. I'm not good at medical skills and it can't be cured. You have to go to the city hospital." The doctor was an old man. He took his pulse and shook his head in embarrassment.

Song Hengjue pursed his lips and carefully wiped away the blood seeping from the corner of Yang Qingheng's mouth, with an ugly expression on his face: "If you can't treat it here, where can I treat it?"

"Go to the county hospital. The doctors there may be able to help." The doctor pointed outside. "Just keep walking along this road. It's only a two-hour drive away."

After hesitating for two seconds, he glanced at Yang Qingheng and added: "But I'm afraid she won't be able to wait."

With such a strong medicine, it is already the limit to hold it for so long. If it continues any longer, the brain will be congested and it will be over.

"Two hours?!" Song Hengjue's expression changed, he picked up Yang Qingheng and ran outside.

Two policemen followed closely.

"Song Hengjue, let me go." Yang Qingheng's face was pressed against Song Hengjue's chest. It felt like millions of ants were gnawing at his bones. It hurt and itched. The thoughts in his head were out of control, and his body was ready to move. Rubbing against him, she squeezed out the last bit of reason and made a weak sound.

The soft lips pressed against the neck, and the blood in the arteries seemed to be suddenly ignited. A large firework suddenly appeared in Song Hengjue's brain, and everything in his ears turned into nothingness. He hugged Yang Qingheng stupidly, his fingers stiff. , at a loss, his mouth was bald, and he screamed: "Yang Qingheng, you... don't do this."

The sound of swallowing sounded behind him. The two policemen in front looked at each other and turned back hesitantly: "...are you still going to the hospital?"

Song Hengjue stretched out his big palm and pressed it against Yang Qingheng's face to prevent her from coming closer. However, the woman's hand had already touched his collar irregularly, and the cold touch made his whole body tremble.

The two people at the back were going back and forth, so they didn't have the energy to answer the police in front.

In the end, it was Fang Nan who opened the car door and jumped out of the car first: "Let's go, let the couple settle their own matters."

The two policemen hesitated for a moment. When they heard the sound of sizzling water coming from behind, their faces turned red. They looked at each other and jumped out of the car, following Fang Nan as if they were running for their lives.

Several people got out of the car, and the atmosphere in the narrow car became more and more heated. Only the breath of two people blended together in the middle of the night.

The veins on the back of Song Hengjue's hand were so unbearable that he reached into the hem of his clothes, forcefully pulled out Yang Qingheng's hand and pressed it on her head. He pressed his hot forehead against hers and pressed her against the car window. His dark eyes shone with a dark and delicate light. , breathing rapidly: "Yang Qingheng, please think clearly whether you really want to be with me."

Yang Qingheng was dizzy, only seeing his lips opening and closing, her mind was blank, she nodded randomly, biting his thin lips with red eyes.

Song Hengjue sucked in a breath of cold air, the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head, the muscles in his arms squirted, he grabbed her waist and pressed her into his arms, the hard chest and abdominal muscles made Yang Qingheng's body ache, but his brain became more and more excited.