Chapter 1267： Zhao Yuanjing, don't cry

Looking at Yun Dai's two horrible wrists, many things flashed through his mind quickly.

He suddenly understood between the flashing lights.

Why is the medicine distinctively pale pink and sweet.

It turned out that it was the color of blood being dissolved.

That is the smell of blood.

In the past month, she has come to see him less and less frequently.

He is getting better and better, but she is getting worse.

She always said she was afraid of the cold.

He thought it was her little girl who was born weak and squeamish.

She always wants to rest lazily.

She is getting thinner.

It turned out that he had been drinking her blood.

For a whole month.

Which bowl of pink medicine he drinks every noon is the blood taken from her wrist.

Every wound on her wrist was a bowl of blood.

Zhao Yuanjing held her hand, lowered her head slightly, motionless, as if she had become a statue.

Yun Dai said softly: "I didn't mean to hide it from you."

Zhao Yuanjing did not respond.

Ticking.

A drop of water fell on Yun Dai's palm.

Boiling hot.

Yun Dai was startled, and reached out her hand to hold his face, making him raise his head.

He actually shed tears.

"Zhao Yuanjing, I'm fine. Why are you crying?" Yun Dai smiled, "Man, he bleeds and sweats but not tears."

Zhao Yuanjing held her hand and rubbed her palm, tears streaming out uncontrollably.

Yundai has never seen him like this.

The tears made his eyes sparkling, and the beautiful Danfeng eyes were stained crimson.

He is so good-looking, but his eyes are so guilty and sad and sad.

"Zhao Yuanjing, you, don't cry." Yun Dai took out the handkerchief and wiped his tears.

A big man cried like this in front of her, Yun Dai was at a loss.

How cold he is on weekdays.

Although he was crying, he was still handsome. He didn't even cry, just silently shed tears.

He held her hands, his heartache was extremely sad.

If you don't cry, you don't know how to vent it.

Yun Dai could not help comforting him.

"Zhao Yuanjing, you are a man, crying in front of your own woman, it is very shameless. Yan'er has never cried like you."

"Zhao Yuanjing, don't cry. I don't have a handkerchief to wipe your tears."

"Zhao Yuanjing, my sleeves are soaking wet."

"Zhao Yuanjing..." She sighed, "If you don't cry, I will kiss you."

Zhao Yuanjing raised his scarlet eyes to look at her.

Finally there was a reaction.

Yun Dai was funny, watching him cry like this, but there was a gentle ripple in her heart.

Zhao Yuanjing sucked his nose and wiped his eyes with his exquisite and gorgeous dragon robe sleeves.

But still holding her hand and not letting go.

Yun Dai leaned over and touched his cool lips lightly.

She has always seldom taken the initiative to get close to him, if before changing, Zhao Yuanjing will definitely catch her for some intimacy.

But this time, he still held her hand, startled, and didn't react to her kiss.

There was no response from others, so Yun Dai returned in a nonchalant manner.

As soon as she left, another tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

Yun Dai: "..."

Zhao Yuanjing said dumbly: "It fell by itself and has nothing to do with me."

Yun Dai couldn't help laughing, took out her hand, held his face, and kissed him again.

Zhao Yuanjing was a little dazed by her enthusiastic attack.

Yun Dai avoided her wrists, put her arms around his neck, and said with a low smile: "Zhao Yuanjing, I just found out that you also have a very cute side."