161: C161 Ling Yao I'm Cold

C161 Ling Yao I'm Cold

Fourteenth day on a deserted island, far off in the horizon, the sea was dark, as if a huge ocean storm was brewing and approaching.

However, the two people on the island were ignorant.

Hai Xiaomin woke up from her sleep. Her body was seriously lacking water, making her throat dry and almost hoarse to the point of almost losing her voice. She felt that she was about to become a piece of dried wood.

She was not Ling Yao. She could not make such a calm and rational analysis and decision. These days, she had fed most of the water to Ling Yao.

After Ling Yao fell ill, she did not even have the mood to pay attention to the surface of the sea. Every day, she used all of her strength to search for food and herbs, but the harvest was far less than the physical consumption during the time, and most of the results were also invested in Ling Yao.

The snake poison and infection corroded his body, causing his illness to become more and more serious. For the next two days, he spent most of his time in a semi-conscious state.

"Ling Yao ~" She called him twice in a hoarse voice. She did not make any sound in her throat. Her hand touched the body beside her, and she used all her strength to turn around and get up. She weakly came in front of the man. "Ling Yao?"

He lay there quietly, without any response.

"Ling Yao!" Hai Xiaomin widened her eyes in fear and touched his face and chest.

It made her feel relieved. She was still breathing and her heart was beating, but it was getting weaker and weaker.

Ling Yao had completely fallen into a coma!

What should he do?

What should she do?

Hai Xiaomin looked around helplessly. Her face was full of sadness and despair. Her red eyes seemed to be unable to shed tears because of the lack of water.

There was no water, no food, no medical treatment. Could it be that they could only wait for death like this?

But she did not want to see him die. No one could save him. Even if he took her life in exchange, it would be fine!

As her vision wandered, her hand touched a sharp shell fragment. An idea suddenly came to her mind. It was a ridiculous and bold idea, but it was also the only feasible idea at the moment.

Her fingers fumbled about, and she weakly grabbed the piece into her palm. She looked at the man with a weak breath, slowly raised her left wrist above his face, and shakily aimed at his dry and pale lips. Her right hand held the fragment, and the tip of the fragment pressed against her skin, gradually using force.

The fragment pierced through her skin. She bit her lips in pain, but did not retreat. She continued to stab into her flesh.

Bright red boiling blood droplets rolled down. More and more drops dripped into the man's lips.

"Ling Yao, swallow it ~" She was above his head, begging softly.

Please, swallow it. You must endure it. Even if it takes another day or half a day, it's still fine. The longer you endure, the closer you are to being rescued.

As if he had heard her begging, or his dried up body thirsted for the nourishment of the liquid, the unconscious Ling Yao unconsciously swallowed.

"Great..." Hai Xiaomin almost cried tears of joy.

This change seemed to let her see hope. Her dull eyes once again lit up with a trace of brilliance. She resolutely and forcefully cut down. In an instant, fresh blood flowed down along her white wrist and into the man's mouth, completing a replacement of the Source of Life!

Ling Yao instinctively swallowed the liquid in his mouth. Maybe it was because the taste was not good, or maybe he felt something in his coma. His handsome eyebrows twisted, but he could not open his eyes.

Blood flowed slowly, or there were signs of scab on the wound. Hai Xiaomin would use more strength to cut deeper. As time passed, her hair became heavier and heavier, and even the pain seemed to have become numb.

Persisting for a little longer, perhaps this was the last time she could do something for him. She was a little drowsy and only relied on her will to support herself and not fall down.

Too much blood gushed out, and Ling Yao could not swallow it in time. Hai Xiaomin's body swayed and did not aim at his mouth, making his mouth and face covered in blood. It looked a little bloody and ferocious.

She subconsciously wanted to wipe him off, but the moment she moved, she immediately felt dizzy. Her body slanted, and she supported his chest for a long time, not daring to move again.

Hai Xiaomin suddenly wanted to cry. It was probably because she was about to reach the end of her life. That feeling of not being able to control her body made her feel fear and helplessness. All the negative emotions surged into her heart almost at this moment.2

At this moment, she felt the movement of the man under her.

Ling Yao grunted twice and weakly opened his eyes.

Was she the one who pressed him down? Hai Xiaomin was at a loss at first and wanted to move her body away, but she found out that it was actually her. She could not even do such a small thing. If she could not do it, then forget it. It was good that he woke up. She looked at him and smiled in relief.

It was still useful, wasn't it?

Everything she did was worth it...

"Hai Xiaomin?" Ling Yao, who had just woken up, looked at the woman lying on his body blankly. "What is this?"

His sense of smell and taste gradually returned as he woke up. It seemed to be the smell of blood.

Where did the smell of blood come from?

What was his face? Why was it so sticky?

He raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his mouth in confusion. When he brought it in front of his eyes, he saw a patch of bright red.

Ling Yao was slightly stunned. Then, he randomly touched his face. Blood, it was all blood!

"Hai Xiaomin, where did so much blood come from?" He frowned and asked her, but he found that her expression was clearly not right, "Hai Xiaomin!"

Ling Yao struggled to get up. It was as if her bones had been pulled out, and she slid softly onto his body.

Then, Ling Yao finally saw her bleeding wrist!

With his intelligence, he instantly understood the cause and effect. His body was stiff. What did she do?

Damn it!

Ling Yao's eyes were filled with hatred. He hugged Hai Xiaomin's body and grabbed her bleeding wrist. His low and hoarse voice was clearly trembling. "How long has it been?"

What was he asking her?

What how long has it been?

Hai Xiaomin raised her head in confusion. Ling Yao turned her body over and let her lie more comfortably in his arms. He continued to ask in a deep voice, "How long has it been since you cut your wrist?"

He wanted to know her physical condition!

"I don't know. It seems... not long..." Hai Xiaomin replied with an empty gaze, her face still carrying a smile.

That gratified smile deeply stung Ling Yao's eyes. The sticky and sweet taste in his mouth revealed her unique sweetness. At this moment, it made his body feel cold and disgusting. It made him feel nauseous!

How could she do that? She was human! A living person! Not his backup food!

"Ling Yao, can you... hug me tightly, I'm cold..."

Ling Yao bit his lower lip so hard that he himself was badly mutilated. He held Hai Xiaomin tightly and bean-sized tears fell down, dripping onto Hai Xiaomin's pale face.

"Huh? Is it raining..." Hai Xiaomin looked up. The sky was finally no longer clear blue. It became dark and heavy. Her vision was very blurry and she could not see clearly. Was it really raining?

"Don't talk! I'll bandage you!" Ling Yao seemed to be trying his best to hold back. The veins on his forehead and arms bulged. He was trying his best to find something useful. He had to stop the bleeding immediately!

He found the bandage that Hai Xiaomin had washed clean. That pair of long and slender hands, which had always been steady, became clumsy. They even trembled when they bandaged the wound.

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