Chapter 150 - 118: Please, Don’t Leave Me...
The strong man lay quietly on the couch.
A petite figure in front of the couch was gradually removing the clothes from his body.
Though it was still a bit strenuous, she did it all by herself.
Once she took off his shirt, the wound on his chest was exposed.
There was a light red scar, somewhat like a newly formed scab.
Yun Chunnuan still couldn’t figure out the exact purpose of the Blood Beads, perhaps a catalytic effect?
Hmm, in other words, like a time accelerator.
Time can heal everything.
As long as we endure until that day, everything will get better.
But she just discovered that the Blood Beads weren’t inexhaustible.
Only a few could come out each day, and even cutting off a finger wouldn’t make more.
What should be there, is still there.
Luckily, she had stored some in the Storage Ring previously. From now on, she must store them regularly every day, in case something goes wrong, and she has none to use.
Because the Barbarian General had just bled a lot, blood was all over his body, making one feel so distressed.
Yun Chunnuan’s eyes were red, wanting to find something to wipe him down, but her extended fingers trembled uncontrollably.
The bright red color stung her eyes, her heart twisted tightly, and she then raised her teary eyes to look at him.
He still kept his eyes closed, but those long eyelashes kept trembling. The wheat-colored skin had turned pale, only to be stained with a suspicious blush at this moment.
"Yelyu Lie!!!"
Yun Chunnuan yelled angrily, "Do you intend to torture me to death, or make me die of anger! If you really think I’m as fickle as water, shameless, and unworthy of being with you, General Yelyu, then drive me away! There’s no need to torture me like this!"
She was wronged!
Extremely wronged!
The issue just now hadn’t been resolved, yet he willfully and harshly hurt himself.
He belittled her and called her fickle. Why should she be the one to apologize and treat him well first?
Why, at the moment she saw him close his eyes, did her heart feel like it would never beat again?
Why did the thought of a life without him make her want to follow him?
Why?
Why!
Her eyes were swollen, and her face, which had just been flushed with shyness, was now red out of anger.
Angry at him, or angry at herself!
The eyes with trembling lashes finally opened.
Those shallow pupils also had a reddish tint.
Yelyu Lie looked at the little face he was so fond of, without blinking, still unable to believe that all this was real at this very moment.
Was he not dreaming? Was he not dead?
Everything was real?
His trembling hand slowly touched his chest.
The place where he just stabbed himself, the wound was no longer there...
No, it shouldn’t be said ’no longer’, there’s still a faint scar.
Apart from this scar, there was no trace of how severe his injury had been.
Deadly, it was deadly!
Even a slight deviation and he would have died on the spot!
But at this moment...
Yelyu Lie looked at the little darling who was crying so grievously and slowly sat up from the couch.
He wanted to pull her hand, but she flung it away, "I’m fickle, disgusting, and lowly, so General Yelyu, you’d better not touch a woman like me! Don’t dirty your hands!"
Yelyu Lie: "..."
"So, that thing, wasn’t a poison fed to me by the Regent King of Great Xia, but... from the blood that spilled from you?"
As he mentioned this, Yun Chunnuan felt even more wronged.
Just a couple of days ago, she was thinking of healing all his scars, feeling heartbroken. How could he bear to talk about her like that, to hurt her like that?!
She stubbornly said, "That’s right! It’s the blood from me! All to poison you! Poison you to death! Filthy barbarian! Brute!"
"You’re lying! This thing clearly heals wounds! Otherwise, how do you explain my stab wound just now, healing so quickly?"
At this moment, Yelyu Lie suddenly realized that the little darling’s urgent act of pulling the knife from him wasn’t to kill him.
The things she stuffed into him weren’t to hasten his death either.
She was just trying to save him, simply trying to save him...
When the Little Princess’s phoenix eyes were red from crying, he finally couldn’t help but grab her wrist and pull her into his arms.
"Let go of me! Bastard! You clearly don’t trust me at all, yet you say as long as I deny it, you’ll believe me! Now I’m saying no, do you believe it? Do you?!"