"Not me."

Ying Qian took a deep breath and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Jiang Ling, that's your blood, you were injured..."

My vision adjusted to the darkness.

She has found Jiangling's wound.

The branch scratched his side, leaving an extremely deep mark. The bleeding hadn't stopped yet, and large patches of dark red penetrated the leaves on the ground, but he didn't seem to feel the pain.

He just let out a long breath.

fortunately.

Not Yingqian.

"I'm fine."

Jiang Ling glanced at the side of his waist and showed no concern for the wound that almost stained half of his yukata red. He even comforted Yingqian in return.

"No bones were injured, just skin trauma."

Skin trauma?

If a wound of this magnitude could be considered an epithelial trauma, the hospital would probably be a lot quieter, but the crematorium would probably be busy.

Yingqian gritted his teeth and wanted to tear off the corners of his bathrobe to bandage Jiang Ling.

But the material of the fabric is very good.

Her teeth were sore and she didn't even have one removed.

"you..."

Ying Qian raised her eyes and glanced at Jiang Ling, and before she could explain anything, she took action on his bathrobe.

She pulled him very hard.

Jiang Ling was also stunned.

The yukata was disheveled, revealing his strong chest, and even a hint of his abdominal muscles.

But Yingqian has no intention of admiring beauty right now.

She bandaged Jiang Ling's wounds indiscriminately, wiped cold sweat, and said:

"Don't move around. Wait for me here. I'll go find Liang Xin and the others. I'll be back soon!"

"no."

Jiang Ling shook his head without hesitation and struggled to get up.

"It's not safe here. I can't let you go up the mountain by yourself."

"Under the current situation, it's okay if you ask the ashes to accompany me up the mountain!"

Yingqian pressed Jiang Ling's shoulder.

In a rather forceful manner, he pushed him to the ground.

She pressed on Jiang Ling.

But he carefully avoided the wound.

Yingqian stared at him and warned through gritted teeth:

"Listen up, wait here honestly, don't try to show off to me here, I will come back even if the sky falls, do you understand?"

They are very close

Jiang Ling could see the boiling anger in Du Yingqian's eyes without even trying hard.

"I knew it..."

He raised the corners of his lips, and in this situation, he straightened up Yingqian's fallen hosta.

"The person you care about most is me."

Yingqian: "?"

All the blood will be shed.

Are you still doing this routine here?

You're not afraid of death, are you?

Yingqian thought about knocking Jiang Ling unconscious with a punch.

She suppressed her anger and glared at him fiercely.

"Wait!"

Yingqian got up and left.

But I haven't taken a step yet.

She suddenly fell back on Jiang Ling.

Eyes facing each other.

They all saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Jiang Ling put his arms around Yingqian's slender waist so that the branches and rocks nearby could not touch her, and asked tentatively:

"A sprained foot?"

"...Um."

Yingqian's face was expressionless.

He already had thoughts of killing Hua Yuanyi.

She had been doing well all along, and she thought she would finally turn around.

As a result, now, when something big happens, it suddenly becomes useless.

But Jiang Ling looked relieved.

He originally wouldn't let Yingqian go up the mountain alone.

Now.

Finally there is a valid reason.

Jiang Ling stood up and carried Yingqian on his back while she was still distracted.

Lean on his solid back.

Yingqian's eyes widened.

Subconsciously I want to break away.

"Jiang Ling, let me down, you don't want your life?!"

"I'm fine."

Jiang Ling shook his head.

Not only did he not let go.

Instead, he lifted Ying Qian up.

Make her more stable.

But how could Yingqian really let him carry it on his back?

Jiangling was still injured.

The injury on the side of the waist was still dripping with blood.

If this really takes a step forward.

I don't know how serious it will be.

"Jiangling, you..."

But before Yingqian could finish speaking.

Jiang Ling had already interrupted her.

"Yingqian, what happened before was because I was a little impulsive."

This is the time we have arrived.

He doesn't care about himself.

Instead, he was still apologizing to Yingqian.

"I shouldn't offend you, but..."

Jiang Ling sighed.

He turned his head slightly and brushed his thin lips against the back of Yingqian's hand. When he spoke again, his voice had become much lower.
To be continued...