Chapter 367： There is no logic in love (5)

In the dim carriage, Sheng Yuchen had a handsome and cold face tense.

A pair of black eyes were confined, his eyebrows tightened, his head rested on the back of the car seat, motionless.

There was silence in the carriage, and a strong smell of blood filled the entire carriage.

She didn't know how painful and painful Sheng Yuchen was. All she knew was that looking at him like this, her heart was pained beyond words.

Mu Chuqing didn't dare to move, looking worried and distressed at Sheng Yuchen's painful face.

A thin layer of sweat gradually appeared on Sheng Yuchen's face. When Mu Chuqing saw it, she didn't have a handkerchief on her body. She stretched out her hand without hesitation, gently covering his forehead with her slender white hand.

Sheng Yuchen's brows suddenly wrinkled when Mu Chuqing first touched him, and his entire head moved to the side. He was extremely vigilant. His eyes were closed tightly, and his eyeballs rolled under his thin eyelids. The long eyelashes were trembling even more, struggling to open them, but because of the torment of illness, it was difficult to open them.

Seeing this, Mu Chuqing stopped his actions, and leaned into Sheng Yuchen's ear to speak softly:

"it's me……"

Sheng Yuchen's brows frowned again, but when Mu Chuqing's hand fell on his forehead again, there was no previous rejection, and the frowning brows slowly relaxed.

Doudou sat aside, and the obedient didn't say a word, a pair of smart, big eyes circled back and forth between Sheng Yuchen and Mu Chuqing.

There are worries and doubts.

Shouldn't her mother hate Daddy?

Why is Mommy so gentle with Daddy?

Humph!

More gentle than when she was dizzy!

The sweat on Sheng Yuchen's face became more and more fierce, drips flowing down his cheeks, his brows became tighter, his face flushed, the temperature on his body became hotter, and his breathing became thicker.

Mu Chuqing's hands have become drenched, and the gauze covering the wound on her hand has long been soaked in Sheng Yuchen's sweat. At this moment, the skirt of her evening dress in her hand is already wet again, Mu Chuqing Changed another position.

The whole white evening gown, in addition to sweat, there are dots of blood on it.

She kept wiping the sweat from Sheng Yuchen's face, and her heart was anxious!

Putting down the skirt in his hand, Mu Chuqing stretched out his hand and began to groping on Sheng Yuchen's body in the dim carriage.

Not long after, Sheng Yuchen's suit was unbuttoned by him. He wanted to take it off for him, but he had to give up because he was afraid of getting involved in his wounds.

Despite the lack of light in the car, the red on Sheng Yuchen's white shirt always shocked her.

Except for the arms and the parts on the lower abdomen not soaked with blood, the entire shirt has already been soaked with sweat!

Mu Chuqing's eyes have been on Sheng Yuchen's **** stomach for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, and fumbled, unbuttoning all of his shirt.

Flicking the shirt to the sides, the strong chest and the sturdy and tense abdominal muscles were suddenly exposed in front of Mu Chuqing.

The chest undulated violently, covered with fine beads of sweat, faintly shimmering under the dim light, extremely seductive and sexy.

But Mu Chuqing was not in the mood to pay attention at this moment, and his gaze fell on the gauze wrapped around his waist. Obviously, none of the pure white gauze was the original white!

All were soaked with blood, and the blood even gurgled out through the gauze.