Chapter 1267 Zhao Yuanjing, Don't Cry

Seeing Yun Dai's two horrible wrists, many things flashed through his mind.

In a blink of an eye, he suddenly understood.

Why is that medicine a distinctive light pink color and sweet.

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

It was a fishy-sweet smell of blood.

In the past month, the number of times she took the initiative to see him has become less and less.

His health is getting better and better, but she is getting worse and worse.

She always said she was afraid of the cold.

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

She is always lazy and wants to rest.

She is getting thinner and thinner.

It turned out that he had been drinking her blood all along.

For a whole month.

The bowl of pink medicine he drank every noon was the blood taken from her wrist.

Every wound on her wrist was a bowl of blood.

Zhao Yuanjing held her hand, lowered his head slightly, and remained motionless, as if turning into a statue.

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

Zhao Yuanjing didn't respond.

tick.

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

piping hot.

Yun Dai was stunned for a moment, then stretched out her hand to hold his face, making him look up.

He actually wept.

"Zhao Yuanjing, I'm fine. Why are you crying?" Yun Dai smiled and said, "A man should not shed tears when he bleeds and sweats."

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

Yun Dai has never seen him like this.

Tears made his eyes sparkle, and his beautiful Danfeng eyes were stained crimson.

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

"Zhao Yuanjing, you, stop crying." Yun Dai took out her handkerchief and wiped his tears.

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

How aloof he is on weekdays.

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

He held her both hands, feeling extremely sad and heartbroken.

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

Yun Dai had no choice but to comfort him.

"Zhao Yuanjing, you're a man, it's embarrassing to cry in front of your own woman. Yan'er has never cried like you before."

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

"Zhao Yuanjing, my sleeves are soaked."

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

Zhao Yuanjing raised his crimson eyes to look at her.

Finally there is a response.

Yun Dai was funny, seeing him cry like this, but gentle ripples appeared in her heart.

Zhao Yuanjing sniffed, and wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his exquisite and gorgeous dragon robe.

But still holding her hand did not let go.

Yun Dai leaned over and lightly touched his slightly cool lips.

It was rare for her to take the initiative to get close to him, if it was the past, Zhao Yuanjing would definitely grab her for some intimacy.

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

When there was no response, Yun Dai retreated awkwardly.

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

Yun Dai: "..."

Zhao Yuanjing said hoarsely: "It fell by itself, it has nothing to do with me."

Yun Dai couldn't help laughing, pulled out her hand, cupped his face, and kissed his lips again and again.

Zhao Yuanjing was a little stunned by her enthusiastic attack.

Yun Dai avoided her wrist, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said with a low smile, "Zhao Yuanjing, I just discovered that you also have a very cute side."