Chapter 258 Deja Vu (3)

Almost instantly, Xinglou held his breath, and his eyes trembled slightly, until the sound of Ji Fengyan's breathing reached his ears, which brought him back to his senses.

Ling He, who was standing outside the carriage, looked at the back of Xinglou nervously.

The door of the carriage closed slowly, blocking Ling He's sight.

Xinglou bent down and walked into the carriage, his steps were unusually slow, he looked at the sleeping Ji Fengyan, the blood-stained scene made him feel like walking on the edge of a knife every step he took.

"Hmm..." Ji Fengyan slept a little uneasy, as if she sensed someone approaching, she opened her eyes in a daze, the blood loss and inner alchemy depleted her vision blurred, her mind was muddled...

She vaguely saw a figure through her blurred vision.

That shadow gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Little Liuhuo?" Ji Fengyan murmured subconsciously.

Xinglou's figure froze.

But Ji Fengyan closed his eyes weakly after he finished speaking, and leaned against the carriage with his head tilted in a daze, but murmured: "You heartless...brat..."

After that, there was no more sound.

Watching Ji Fengyan fall into a coma again, Xinglou's handsome face concealed a kind of forbearance and depression, his eyes seemed to be covered by clouds, and he couldn't see clearly the expression in his eyes.

Xinglou approached Ji Fengyan little by little, and with his slender arms, pulled her into his arms, a breath that belonged exclusively to Ji Fengyan, mixed with the faint smell of blood, filled Xinglou's breath, his eyes He lowered his hand, raised one hand slightly, and stretched it toward Ji Fengyan's lower abdomen...but...his complexion turned slightly red as the distance drew closer.

When the warm palm was pressed against Ji Fengyan's lower abdomen, through the thin layer of clothes, Xinglou seemed to be able to feel the warmth of her skin.

The heat seemed to penetrate the fabric of his clothes, burning his palms.

Xinglou's breathing was out of step, he looked away from Ji Fengyan's face, the long eyelashes suppressed the strangeness in his eyes.

Outside the carriage, Ling He's expression was very anxious. If the other party was not the National Teacher Star Building, he might have already rushed into the carriage.

But now...

The corner of Ling He's eyes swept over Xuanwei who was standing aside, looking at Xuanwei's cold and heartless face, he could only silently hold his anxiety.

He has no doubts at all, if he catches up one step forward, Xuanwei will nail him to the ground.

Time passed by, and in Ling He's anxious anticipation, the door of the carriage finally opened.

Ling He immediately looked up, but Ling He was dumbfounded when he saw it...

I saw Xinglou hugging the sleeping Ji Fengyan, and walked off the carriage expressionlessly. The blood on Ji Fengyan's lapel was still stained on Xinglou's pure white clothes, but Xinglou seemed to be Completely unaware, he got out of the carriage with Ji Fengyan in his arms.

Under the dim lights, people on both sides of the road saw this astonishing scene. Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief. They saw that the very noble national teacher in their hearts was hugging a blood-stained woman. !

"Nation...National teacher?" It took Ling He a long time to find his voice. He really didn't understand what Xinglou was going to do.

Xinglou glanced over Ling He's body, and said lightly, "I'll take her back."

After all, Xinglou didn't give Ling He any time to react, and directly carried Ji Fengyan into his carriage, and with Xuanwei's long whip, the carriage gradually disappeared from people's sight without a trace .