The two of them were wearing skin, and Kong Wange's cheeks continued to heat up: "Murong Ting, be honest."

After being yelled, Murong Ting stopped moving, but his expression was a little aggrieved: "Yanyan, you are cruel to me."

Kong Wange couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I'm going to rape you, who told you not to remember?"

Murong Ting stopped talking again.

Kong Wange felt the long-lost peace in his arms.

"Murong Ting, it would be great if you were so cute every day."

She didn't have to look at his cold eyes and couldn't hear his stinging words. He leaned on her so pitifully and trusted her wholeheartedly.

Just like it was six years ago.

On the side, Murong Ting pursed his lips and said softly: "Yanyan, I will treat you well..."

Kong Wange smiled, with a little bitterness in her smile.

She knew that men's dreams could not be true.

He is just having a dream now. When he wakes up, he will definitely pretend to be a scoundrel again. How can he remember who Wen Yan is?

When she was driven to the countryside by the Kong family, she thought of severing ties with the Kong family. She kept following her mother's surname and claimed to be Wen Yan.

After the man raised his pants and left without saying goodbye, she clearly sent him a express letter, which contained the tokens of the two, and detailed his true identity and engagement with him. She also stated that she would wait for him for a week, and also included photos of her in the letter.

She has excellent medical skills. After her treatment, it was inferred that when the man received the letter, his eyes would definitely be cured. As long as he read the letter, he would understand who she was.

Unfortunately, the express delivery showed signing for it. After a week, she still didn't wait for him to pick her up. She understood what the man meant.

Disheartened, she pretended to die and left Shaoyaoju, and vowed to cut off contact with him.

Unexpectedly, she became pregnant later and still couldn't escape the baby's marriage...

The man's body heat kept coming out, and Kong Wange's thoughts were getting more and more dissipated.

The feeling of fatigue gradually surged up, and she closed her eyes unknowingly in his arms...

Murong Ting was awakened by the cold.

Open your eyes and see a fire that is about to burn.

He was stunned for a moment and subconsciously wanted to get up. Unexpectedly, he realized the person in his arms after moving.

He froze and slowly lowered his head, and saw the petite woman curled up completely in his arms at this moment, frowned uneasyly, and opened her eyes.

The two looked at each other with a little awkward, Kong Wange's face turned slightly red, and she hurriedly sat up.

Murong Ting's ears were also a little hot. He cleared his throat, tried to ignore the strangeness in his heart, and changed the topic: "When is it now?"

Kong Wange looked at it: "It's almost dawn."

When she remembered something, she touched the man's forehead.

Murong Ting instinctively hid for a while, but when the woman's gentle hands were pressed on her forehead, she felt quite comfortable inexplicably.

Kong Wange withdrew his hand and felt relieved: "Fortunately, the fever has subsided. How do you feel now?"

The woman's hand moved away, and Murong Ting felt a sense of loss for no reason. His voice was hoarse. After thinking about it, he said, "It's still uncomfortable."

After hearing what he said, Kong Wange was stunned.

He added a few more handfuls of firewood and made the fire stronger. He turned around and put it on the man's wrist and carefully examined his body.

"Am I not able to do it?" Before she could speak, Murong Ting suddenly spoke.

Kong Wansong paused and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What nonsense? As long as the fever subsides and the wound is not infected, it will be fine."

Murong Ting pulled his lips and said weakly: "But I really feel uncomfortable."

Kong Wange was puzzled and grabbed his hand: "Are you hungry?"

Murong Ting laughed at himself and said, "You don't have to make excuses to comfort me. I have a good idea of ​​my own body, Kong Wange..."

He looked at her and said slowly, "It seems that I can't stand it tonight. When I am gone, you will sprinkle my ashes in the sea. There are no need for many people to pay tribute. Xiaochen will ask you to raise him in the future. It's a pity that he has no father at such a young age. Also, my bank card password is..."

Kong Wange looked expectant, but Murong Ting suddenly stopped talking and instead spat out a mouthful of blood.


Chapter completed!