A heartthrob? Here you go!

"That's enough, Xiaoyu, first aid will be here soon, don't hurt yourself."

Yu Ge glanced over and saw the elegant and radiant young man had a pale face, and the elegant and brilliant phoenix had watery and misty eyes, begging her.

In front of her eyes and in front of her eyes was Song Jingshen kneeling and grabbing her and begging. On his knees was his intermittent breathing and his body gradually getting colder.

The increasingly weak breathing made Yu Ge couldn't help but look down.

Her hair is as black as ink, her skin is whiter than snow, her lips are pale and fragile, and her beauty is as rich and colorful as an oil painting.

He lay in Yu Ge's arms.

Her cheeks were pinched for a long time, and transparent saliva flowed out of her sore mouth and stained her thumb and ring finger.

Yu Ge lowered his eyes and looked at him for a long time.

Seeing the person in front of him being seduced in a trance, Song Jingshen grabbed Yu Ge's hand as if as a hint, and tightened it, his expression becoming more and more out of control.

Why aren’t you dead yet?

The Special Inspectorate is a bunch of rubbish!

What breakfast should I prepare for Xiaoyu tomorrow morning?

Why aren't you dead yet?

The moisturizing treatment liquid is out of stock and the development of new weapons is slow, so we need to speed it up.

Yu Yuehuai just wants to die quickly, or else I’ll shoot him again?

I love, love little fish.

Song Jingshen felt his mind was in a mess. Sometimes it was lingering and obsessive love, sometimes it was vicious and cruel murderous intent, and sometimes it was clear and calm thinking.

His breathing became disordered and rapid, and the strength in his hands continued to increase, causing Yu Ge to look up at him.

Yu Ge looked at him expressionlessly and said without any emotion:

"release."

Meeting Yu Ge's cold gaze, Song Jingshen's hands clenched for a moment, his breathing stopped instantly, and his heart felt as if it was being crushed by someone.

All the complicated thoughts are reduced to only one.

If you are going to die, just die quickly. Why do you still hook the little fish before you die?

The roar of anger and jealousy resounded in his heart, and Song Jingshen just silently grabbed Yu Ge's hand to show his rejection.

"release!"

Yu Ge’s expression became more gloomy and his voice became sharper.

The person in his arms's stronger breathing gradually became weaker. Yu Ge didn't dare to shake off Song Jingshen's hand, for fear of pulling the person in his arms.

At this moment, a foot suddenly appeared and kicked Song Jingshen's arm away.

After kicking his arm away, Lin Shuyuan squeezed directly between the two people, looked down at Song Jingshen, and smiled:

"Isn't Commissioner Song suspended from his duties and under investigation? Does the parliament know that you left without permission?"

Song Jingshen's dark eyes flashed with cold light after his arm was kicked away. Although he was kneeling on the ground, his back was straight and his momentum was no less than others:

"Step aside!"

"No." Lin Shuyuan stared at him. "She must have her reasons for what she wants to do. Stop trying to manipulate her in the name of care and love!"

The restraints on her hands were kicked away, and Lin Shuyuan stood beside her. Yu Ge did not hesitate to scrape off another layer of treatment liquid and stuffed it into Yu Yuehuai's mouth.

The light blue healing fluid turned into a warm current, completely stabilizing Yu Yuehuai's heartbeat. Her consciousness, which had sunk into the abyss, was suddenly pulled up. Yu Yuehuai's eyelashes trembled, and her eyeballs kept moving as she struggled.

Yu Ge didn't know that he had regained consciousness, so he scraped off the last layer of treatment fluid and stuffed it into his mouth along with the blood.

A faint fishy smell spread, and the tongue trembled and struggled a few times. Yu Ge immediately took out his fingers.

The moment he took it out, Yu Yuehuai gasped a few times, and transparent saliva instantly overflowed, flowing all over his cheeks, completely soaking Yu Ge's palm.

Seeing that it was effective, Yu Ge wanted to scrape again, but there was no more treatment liquid to scrape on his bright red arm.

The fine itching on my arm was still there and the bleeding had stopped, indicating that there was still some healing fluid.

Yu Ge lowered his eyes for a moment, bent his knees, carefully helped Yu Yuehuai sit up, and then pressed his head down.

The soft lips touched the wound, bringing a stinging pain. Yu Ge did not hesitate, pinched his mouth open, and roughly pressed his mouth to the wound, rubbing it back and forth.

"Yu Ge!" Shen Du's cold expression broke when he saw this situation, revealing a hint of surprise and jealousy. He squatted down and tried to grab her hand.

"That's enough, that's enough!"

Before his hand touched Yu Ge, it was opened by Lin Shuyuan.

Shen Dusen's cold and murderous gaze moved upwards, stabbing at Lin Shuyuan.

Lin Shuyuan just raised his eyelids and sneered: "What are you looking at?"

The tip of his tall nose was forced to rub against the bright blood, the smell of blood was strong and sweet.

The touch on her lips was thick and tender. Yu Yuehuai subconsciously moved her tongue to resist. The moment it passed by, the smell of blood and the faint fragrance of the healing fluid filled her mouth.

The wound felt warm, like being stroked by a tongue, the healing fluid was licked away, and blood began to flow from the arm.

Yu Ge was delighted and gently lifted Yu Yuehuai's head.

Her beautiful and deep eyes were still closed, as if the movement just now was an illusion.

The blood on his arm kept flowing, and Yu Ge became more and more anxious. He couldn't calm his trembling hands even after several breaths.

Are you going to die?

Is it really beyond saving?

A tear slid down the corner of his eye, and Yu Ge took a deep breath to suppress the soreness and fullness in his chest.

Before the end, maybe there is healing fluid inside the night itself.

Yu Ge looked down at the communicator on Yu Yuehuai's wrist. When he was about to take it off, a voice came from the side.

"The helicopter has arrived."

Li Yi came over with the communicator in hand. A loud sound of propellers sliding could be heard outside the window. A black mechanical monster was suspended outside the window, stirring up gusts of wind that blew the curtains up.

After a while, the helicopter suddenly flew off the roof, headed straight for the State Hospital, reached the roof, and landed.

The medical staff who had been prepared pushed the person into the ambulance and rushed to the operating room with green lights all the way.

Yu Ge stood silently outside the operating room, looking up at the light screen next to him.

"Take a break." A hoarse voice came, but Yu Ge turned a deaf ear to it.

Song Jingshen behind him trembled his lips and said nothing. Sharp and fierce emotions hit him.

The fragile and cold person was held tightly in his arms, looking so harmonious.

The rough fingers pinched the snow-white skin, pried open the pale lips stained with blood, and scraped the treatment liquid onto the tongue with the fingers...

Screaming with intense jealousy and anger, Song Jing took a deep breath and gradually became heavier. The scene she had just seen up close replayed in her mind over and over again.

Die.

The cold-blooded young man and the exquisite and pretty young man leaning against the wall also stared at her back in silence.

Just die like this.

They were silent, their thoughts more in agreement than ever before.

The information on the light screen suddenly jumped, indicating that the operation was suspended.

Yu Ge was startled for a moment, then lowered his head and looked straight at the door of the operating room.

The cold door slowly opened to both sides, and a doctor in a white coat and a mask strode out. His eyes swept over the people outside, finally settling on Yu Ge, and he walked towards her without hesitation.

"Are you a family member of the patient?"

The moment Yu Ge nodded, traces of blood appeared on Song Jingshen's clenched hands.

The doctor felt a chill down his spine. He ignored the looks from the other people and said quickly, "The bullet hit his heart. Although his breathing has been stabilized by the healing fluid, he has lost too much blood. He needs a lot of healing fluid to provide energy."

The therapeutic liquid is powerful and can beautify the skin, treat all genetic diseases, etc. It can also add flesh to bones and even regenerate severed limbs.

Corresponding to its powerful efficacy is its extremely low production volume. Its raw materials are extremely scarce and expensive, and its shelf life is only two months. Every crop of production is distributed in equal proportion to each top noble.

"The quota in the operating room—" the doctor paused for a moment and took a deep breath, "is all used up."