"Please, help me..."
Nan Wanyue gasped and begged.
Her good hand was covering her injured shoulder.
The bullet had been lodged in her arm all night, and the excruciating pain was unbearable.
Although the bleeding was stopped, half of her body was still numb and she couldn't move. The injured arm was probably going to be crippled...
The man on the seat slowly stood up and walked towards her. The crisp and steady footsteps echoed inside the silent winery, as if striking the heart.
After a while, he arrived in front of Nan Wanyue.
Nan Wanyue raised her head and looked at him...
As a result, the man kicked her hard on the shoulder.
At the same time, a cold voice sounded, "How dare you beg me for mercy? Did I order you not to touch Nan Zhiyi without my permission?"
The man's tone was as cold as if he had emerged from hell, "You actually want to kill her, who gave you the courage?"
After the words fell, he seemed to be still angry. He suddenly raised his leg and stepped hard on Nan Wanyue's injured position.
Nan Wanyue lay on the ground and kept wailing and screaming, "I was wrong, Master. I really know that I was wrong. Please let me go..."
The man didn't pay attention to her begging for mercy. That kick seemed to be stepping on her to death!
Nan Wanyue was almost suffocated by the pain.
Apart from this, the hatred towards Nan Zhiyi in my heart became even stronger!
She hates Nan Zhiyi!
I hate her for putting myself in such a shameful situation!
At first, this man gave her a drug to fake her death, creating the illusion of a sudden and violent death.
She thought this was a relief.
But later I realized that I was naive.
The man in front of me is scarier than the devil!
In his eyes, she was nothing more than an exploitable ant and an experimental subject...
Just when Nan Wanyue was so painful that she almost fainted, the man finally showed mercy and let go of her foot.
His tone was cold, as if he was looking at garbage, and he said: "I will spare your life this time, but next time, I will kill you!"
The bloodthirsty coldness penetrated Nan Wanyue's heart.
After the man finished speaking, he waved to the man on the left.
The men immediately stepped forward and dragged Nan Wanyue down for treatment...
The subordinate on the right stepped forward and asked respectfully, "Master, the plane ticket is scheduled for the afternoon, do you still want to go?"
Hearing this, the man said calmly: "Of course I have to leave, that good-for-nothing woman has already alerted the enemy!
Although I don’t know how capable Emperor Shijing is abroad, I always feel that that person is very dangerous and should not be messed with! Therefore, you must leave here as soon as possible, go and prepare! "
The subordinate nodded and accepted the order, "Yes, I will make arrangements right away."
…
In the morning, Nan Zhiyi and Di Shijing stayed at the hotel and did not go out.
There are unknown dangers outside, so Nan Zhiyi will not go out casually and ask for trouble.
The other was worried about Emperor Shijing's injury.
Although there is no major problem after treatment, I am still worried about accidents.
In the morning, around ten o'clock, Di Shijing frowned frequently and looked unhappy.
"What's wrong?"
Nan Zhiyi noticed it and immediately asked with concern.
Di Shijing answered truthfully, "The wound hurts a little bit, period after period."
Nan Zhiyi felt worried and quickly came over to check.
After a while, the wound was exposed, with some signs of redness and swelling.
Nan Zhiyi frowned and said, "It's a little bit inflamed. Just wait, I'll take care of it for you."
With that said, she quickly stood up, took the medicine box over, helped him re-sterilize and apply medicine, and bandaged it.
After he finished, he didn't forget to raise his hand and touch his forehead, which felt a little hot.
Nan Zhiyi frowned, "I have a fever, which is not a good thing."
Di Shijing enjoyed her meticulous care of him.
But seeing the worried look on her face, he couldn't help but comfort him: "It's okay, it will be fine soon."
While talking, he took Nan Zhiyi's hand and squeezed it twice, intimately and tenderly.
Nan Zhiyi glanced at him and pulled his hand back.
She gave him anti-inflammatories and painkillers, "Take the medicine."
Emperor Shijing cooperated obediently and finished the medicine.
Then, Nan Zhiyi ordered: "Go and lie down on the bed. In your case, it is not suitable to take antipyretics now. I will get some water to cool you down."
As soon as she finished speaking, she pulled Di Shijing up from the sofa.
Di Shijing also cooperated and let her pull her to lie down on the bed.
Nan Zhiyi covered him with the quilt, turned around and brought him hot water, wetted the towel and gave him a hot compress...
After the tossing, Nan Zhiyi said to him again, "If you feel tired, just take a nap. I'll watch you here."
Seeing her uneasy expression, Di Shijing said helplessly: "I'm really fine. This level of discomfort is nothing, but..."
He changed his voice, looked at Nan Zhiyi and said, "It seems good to have you accompany me."
Nan Zhiyi patted him without giving him any face, "Don't be poor!"
She threatened him, "Later, the body temperature may rise, and you will suffer it when the time comes."
Di Shijing didn't take it seriously, "Even if I feel really uncomfortable, you will take care of me! I am already my real fiancée, so I should have special treatment no matter what."
Nan Zhiyi wanted to laugh a little when he heard what he said.
But his face was still deliberately tense and he said: "That's not necessarily the case. I'm going to attack you, but it's serious. If the fever is really serious, I won't care about your identity."
"Are you willing?"
Emperor Shijing raised his eyebrows and asked.
Nan Zhiyi glared at him, "Of course I'm willing to do so!"
Di Shijing lowered his voice, "Really willing to give up?"
"right!"
She nodded without hesitation.
Di Shijing didn't speak, but his eyes darkened, and then he suddenly took action and pulled the person over.
Nan Zhiyi leaned forward suddenly, exclaimed, and threw herself at him.
Fortunately, she was quick and didn't hit his wound.
Di Shijing looked at the people close at hand and asked again, "Are you really willing to give up?"
This time, the voice seemed to be bewitching.
Because the distance was so close, Nan Zhiyi could feel his warm breath hitting her ears when he spoke, which made her feel a little itchy.
It made her heart soften.
She was silent for a while, then leaned her head on his chest and said in a muffled voice: "I'm still...a little reluctant to let go. After all, she was hurt because of me."
"You don't need to say the last sentence."
Di Shijing chuckled and said.
From this angle, he could kiss her cheek just by lowering his head slightly.
However, he placed a kiss on Nan Zhiyi's ear and said, "I'm willing to get hurt for you, and it's worth it. With such a small wound, it's good that you come back to me..."
This intimate whisper made Nan Zhiyi's ears feel a little hot.
He was obviously hurt, but he still had the heart to talk about love.
But she still couldn't help it and muttered, "If possible, it's better not to get hurt."
Although her voice was as small as a mosquito, Di Shijing still heard her.
The man curled his lips, hugged the person, patted the back a few times, and coaxed: "I will try to avoid it in the future."
Nan Zhiyi nodded, feeling more at ease.
