825: C825 It Makes My Head Hurt Even More

C825 It Makes My Head Hurt Even More

0Jiang Lingfeng held her warm hand tightly. The constant heat spread to her palm and warmed her heart.

In the night, the man's steps were steady, and he gave off a comforting aura. It made her warm heart calm down in an instant.

"Lingfeng, I thought I would never see you again."

Unexpectedly, he suddenly descended like a king of the night, saving her from the fire and water.

"Don't talk, let's talk outside."

Jiang Lingfeng's tone was heavy. Although he had a lot of things to say in his heart, he knew that this wasn't the time to speak.

Those men in black should still be chasing them. They had to escape now.

"En."

Warmth shut her mouth and nodded heavily. She held Jiang Lingfeng's hand tightly and followed him.

However, her stomach started to hurt. Warmth frowned and slowed down her pace. She put her hand on her stomach.

"What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable? My stomach hurts? "

Jiang Lingfeng sensed that something was wrong with the warmth, so he quickly stopped and asked.

"I'm fine, Lingfeng. Let's keep going."

Warmth shook her head and pretended to be calm as she smiled.

Jiang Lingfeng did not move. In the next second, he squatted down in front of Warmth. "Come up. I'll carry you."

Warmth was stunned. "No need. Lingfeng, I can walk."

"Come up."

The two words carried a majesty that could not be refused.

Warmth filled his heart as he obediently laid on his body.

Jiang Lingfeng's hands firmly held onto his warm buttocks as he ran forward as fast as he could.

The warmth pursed her lips and smelled the man's familiar scent. She closed her eyes in peace and put her head on his shoulder, allowing him to run forward with her on his back.

Late at night, closing his eyes was more sensitive.

The man had a familiar scent on him, and it was still intoxicating.

Apart from that, there was also the smell of sweat and... the smell of blood.

Warmth suddenly opened his eyes and sniffed. He realized that it was coming from his head.

The scene of the man in black waving a wooden stick and smashing it on his head flashed in his mind.

Warmth's heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly asked, "Lingfeng, are you hurt? Does your head hurt?"

Jiang Lingfeng's breathing was a little unstable. He did not answer her, but held her up with both hands and continued to walk forward.

"Lingfeng, you are injured. Put me down quickly. I can walk by myself."

The three men in black were not weak in their punches and kicks. He didn't know if Jiang Lingfeng was injured or not.

If they carried her like this, she was afraid that his injuries would be serious.

"You are so noisy. You are making my head hurt even more."

Jiang Lingfeng's voice was low and deep. Although his words were filled with disdain, there was a hint of ridicule in them.

Warmth opened his mouth and swallowed the words that had reached his mouth.

He was still as domineering as ever, making her feel that as long as she did as he said, it would be fine.

Jiang Lingfeng did not hear the woman on his back speak, and a trace of a smile flashed across his eyes.

Silly woman, what are you worried about him for?

"I'm fine. Warm me, I..."

He wanted to tell him that he had actually benefited from misfortune. He had been hit with a wooden stick and his memory had been restored.

However, before he could finish speaking, his foot stepped on air and he instantly fell down.

"Ah!"

Warmth cried out in alarm, and his hand subconsciously held tightly onto Jiang Lingfeng's neck.

The weightlessness of her body reminded her of the scene when she was thrown into the sea again.

But this time, her body was firmly imprisoned by someone. She did not have the fear of dying.

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