Then Wu Xuemie jumped up quickly and was about to run away, for fear that Zhang Yun would torture her again, but when Wu Xuemie ran to the door, she discovered something abnormal behind her. Zhang Yun did not get up to chase her, without any movement, which made Wu Xuemie a little surprised.
When Wu Xuemie turned around and looked at Zhang Yun, Zhang Yun was actually lying motionless on the bed, too quiet. For some reason, a bad premonition suddenly surged in Wu Xuemie's heart.
Finally, after hesitating for a while, Wu Xuemie still approached Zhang Yun carefully, his heart was beating pounding, and faintly, Wu Xuemie's heart contracted and a little painful.
I saw Zhang Yun lying on the bed like a dying fish, pale face, dim eyes, and looking like he was about to die. There was no such heroic posture as before.
Originally, Wu Xuemie was happy to see Zhang Yun's appearance, but now, Wu Xuemie keenly felt something was wrong. She felt that Zhang Yun's breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and the signs of life were also weaker.
It was at this moment that Zhang Yun barely raised his heavy eyelids and showed a bitter smile, feeling weak:
Sorry, let you see me like this. It's okay. This is also considered my family genetic disease. Just don't scare you, cough cough
At this moment, Zhang Yun looked like he was seriously injured and dying. His handsome face was pale and bloodless. He even coughed up blood while speaking. Seeing Wu Xuemie was shocked and couldn't help but say:
What disease do you have? How did it become like this?
Wu Xuemie has never seen a person who is so seriously ill that he will vomit blood. Generally, no matter how serious the disease is, it just coughs up blood. He doesn't vomit like vomiting like Zhang Yun, and does not use blood as blood at all, so Wu Xuemie subconsciously believed Zhang Yun's words.
She couldn't have been so inhuman that she turned a blind eye to such things.
In response to this, Zhang Yun just smiled reluctantly, trying to get up, but fell down due to weakness. Finally, Zhang Yun could only turn his head and smiled sadly:
Don't you want to settle the score with me? Come on, now is the best time. I have a genetic disease and you have seen it. If you want to regain your dignity from me, just take advantage of the present. I will not resist.
After saying that, Zhang Yun silently closed his eyes, spread his hands, and looked like he was letting mermaid meat. However, a little tears flowed out from the corner of his eyes, which made Wu Xuemèi stunned on the spot.
At this moment, Wu Xuemie felt that Zhang Yun had become very strange. If she had wanted to tear her up before, she would have looked indifferent and indifferent. His words seemed to be begging her to give him some pleasure.
In amazement, Wu Xuemèi couldn't help but step closer to Zhang Yun and said coldly:
Do you still want to act? I can tell you clearly that it is useless. Don’t treat me as a three-year-old ignorant child. However, since you beg me to torture you, I’m more respectful than obedient.
At that time, Wu Xuemie suddenly waved a jade hand and slapped Zhang Yun's handsome little face. Wu Xuemie didn't believe Zhang Yun's lies at all. She could take this opportunity to slap this bastard to death. She didn't believe that he would be slapped by her.
The next moment, there was a loud bang, and Wu Xuemèi's jade hand hit Zhang Yun's cheek hard, leaving five bright red finger marks on it. At the same time, several strands of blood could not stop the corner of Zhang Yun's mouth.
However, Zhang Yun did not resist Wu Xuemèi's fan and did not even move a finger.
Seeing this, Wu Xuemie just thought Zhang Yun was still pretending, and Wu Xuemie was so angry that she shaved her hands again, and there were still five bright red finger marks. Wire bloodshots of Zhang Yun's mouth also spilled out of the corners of Zhang Yun's mouth, and even Zhang Yun began to groan, but he just didn't resist.
But at this time, Wu Xuemèi still didn't believe the ridiculous words in Zhang Yun's mouth, so she jumped onto the bed and rode to Zhang Yun's neck. While gently stroked Zhang Yun's red face, she sneered:
Should I say you are thick-skinned or scheming bitch? You will pretend for me now. OK, since you love acting so much, I will satisfy your disgusting request and make you feel addicted to the drama.
As she said that, Wu Xuemie followed Zhang Yun's previous testimony, and he grabbed Zhang Yun's neck hard, wishing to cut it off, but her strength was too small after all, so she could only pinch Zhang Yun coughed repeatedly, and there were more bloodshots coming from the corners of her mouth.
In anger, Wu Xuemie simply opened her bow with both hands and launched a crazy big-eared shave action at Zhang Yun's small face. For a moment, the whole room was filled with the sound of Wu Xuemie slapping her face, and it hit Wu Xuemie again and again, making her beautiful eyes shine, so she relieved her anger.
If Wu Xuemie had known that the slap in the face would make people feel refreshed, I'm afraid Zhang Yun's face would be so swollen that even his mother could not recognize him. In the end, Wu Xuemie slapped Zhang Yun for soreness before her hands stopped, and her two jade hands were completely red.
The next moment, before Wu Xuemie looked at Zhang Yun with a smile, a pungent red blood sprayed on Wu Xuemie's face, and it sprayed Wu Xuemie into a red face monster on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, a violent cough came from under Wu Xuemie. Almost subconsciously, Wu Xuemie looked down and saw that Zhang Yun, whose cheeks were swollen into pig's head, was coughing out blood, his face was scary and pale, red and swollen, and he was gasping weakly.
In just a moment, Wu Xuemie was shocked by the miserable appearance in front of him. Wu Xuemie never thought that her slap in the face made Zhang Yun vomit blood again. The pungent and rich smell of blood on her face told Wu Xuemie all the time that these blood were real.
What scared Wu Xuemèi the most was that Zhang Yun was bullied to this point by her, and she still had a faint smile on her face, and tears slowly flowed down Zhang Yun's eyes, without any expression of hating her.
It completely shocked Wu Xuemèi.
If Wu Xuemie stubbornly thought that Zhang Yun was acting to deceive her, now, Wu Xuemie has to begin to doubt whether her judgment is correct. Is this still the same Zhang Yun? He has become so weak and pity-free.
It was at this moment that Zhang Yun coughed lightly and said softly:
Are you relieved? If it is not enough, keep going. I can bear it until you no longer hate me. This is what I owe you.
At this moment, Wu Xuemèi looked at Zhang Yun's little face that had been beaten miserably. Even her two jade hands were a little painful and couldn't help but say:
You, don't you feel pain?
When Wu Xuemie turned around and looked at Zhang Yun, Zhang Yun was actually lying motionless on the bed, too quiet. For some reason, a bad premonition suddenly surged in Wu Xuemie's heart.
Finally, after hesitating for a while, Wu Xuemie still approached Zhang Yun carefully, his heart was beating pounding, and faintly, Wu Xuemie's heart contracted and a little painful.
I saw Zhang Yun lying on the bed like a dying fish, pale face, dim eyes, and looking like he was about to die. There was no such heroic posture as before.
Originally, Wu Xuemie was happy to see Zhang Yun's appearance, but now, Wu Xuemie keenly felt something was wrong. She felt that Zhang Yun's breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and the signs of life were also weaker.
It was at this moment that Zhang Yun barely raised his heavy eyelids and showed a bitter smile, feeling weak:
Sorry, let you see me like this. It's okay. This is also considered my family genetic disease. Just don't scare you, cough cough
At this moment, Zhang Yun looked like he was seriously injured and dying. His handsome face was pale and bloodless. He even coughed up blood while speaking. Seeing Wu Xuemie was shocked and couldn't help but say:
What disease do you have? How did it become like this?
Wu Xuemie has never seen a person who is so seriously ill that he will vomit blood. Generally, no matter how serious the disease is, it just coughs up blood. He doesn't vomit like vomiting like Zhang Yun, and does not use blood as blood at all, so Wu Xuemie subconsciously believed Zhang Yun's words.
She couldn't have been so inhuman that she turned a blind eye to such things.
In response to this, Zhang Yun just smiled reluctantly, trying to get up, but fell down due to weakness. Finally, Zhang Yun could only turn his head and smiled sadly:
Don't you want to settle the score with me? Come on, now is the best time. I have a genetic disease and you have seen it. If you want to regain your dignity from me, just take advantage of the present. I will not resist.
After saying that, Zhang Yun silently closed his eyes, spread his hands, and looked like he was letting mermaid meat. However, a little tears flowed out from the corner of his eyes, which made Wu Xuemèi stunned on the spot.
At this moment, Wu Xuemie felt that Zhang Yun had become very strange. If she had wanted to tear her up before, she would have looked indifferent and indifferent. His words seemed to be begging her to give him some pleasure.
In amazement, Wu Xuemèi couldn't help but step closer to Zhang Yun and said coldly:
Do you still want to act? I can tell you clearly that it is useless. Don’t treat me as a three-year-old ignorant child. However, since you beg me to torture you, I’m more respectful than obedient.
At that time, Wu Xuemie suddenly waved a jade hand and slapped Zhang Yun's handsome little face. Wu Xuemie didn't believe Zhang Yun's lies at all. She could take this opportunity to slap this bastard to death. She didn't believe that he would be slapped by her.
The next moment, there was a loud bang, and Wu Xuemèi's jade hand hit Zhang Yun's cheek hard, leaving five bright red finger marks on it. At the same time, several strands of blood could not stop the corner of Zhang Yun's mouth.
However, Zhang Yun did not resist Wu Xuemèi's fan and did not even move a finger.
Seeing this, Wu Xuemie just thought Zhang Yun was still pretending, and Wu Xuemie was so angry that she shaved her hands again, and there were still five bright red finger marks. Wire bloodshots of Zhang Yun's mouth also spilled out of the corners of Zhang Yun's mouth, and even Zhang Yun began to groan, but he just didn't resist.
But at this time, Wu Xuemèi still didn't believe the ridiculous words in Zhang Yun's mouth, so she jumped onto the bed and rode to Zhang Yun's neck. While gently stroked Zhang Yun's red face, she sneered:
Should I say you are thick-skinned or scheming bitch? You will pretend for me now. OK, since you love acting so much, I will satisfy your disgusting request and make you feel addicted to the drama.
As she said that, Wu Xuemie followed Zhang Yun's previous testimony, and he grabbed Zhang Yun's neck hard, wishing to cut it off, but her strength was too small after all, so she could only pinch Zhang Yun coughed repeatedly, and there were more bloodshots coming from the corners of her mouth.
In anger, Wu Xuemie simply opened her bow with both hands and launched a crazy big-eared shave action at Zhang Yun's small face. For a moment, the whole room was filled with the sound of Wu Xuemie slapping her face, and it hit Wu Xuemie again and again, making her beautiful eyes shine, so she relieved her anger.
If Wu Xuemie had known that the slap in the face would make people feel refreshed, I'm afraid Zhang Yun's face would be so swollen that even his mother could not recognize him. In the end, Wu Xuemie slapped Zhang Yun for soreness before her hands stopped, and her two jade hands were completely red.
The next moment, before Wu Xuemie looked at Zhang Yun with a smile, a pungent red blood sprayed on Wu Xuemie's face, and it sprayed Wu Xuemie into a red face monster on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, a violent cough came from under Wu Xuemie. Almost subconsciously, Wu Xuemie looked down and saw that Zhang Yun, whose cheeks were swollen into pig's head, was coughing out blood, his face was scary and pale, red and swollen, and he was gasping weakly.
In just a moment, Wu Xuemie was shocked by the miserable appearance in front of him. Wu Xuemie never thought that her slap in the face made Zhang Yun vomit blood again. The pungent and rich smell of blood on her face told Wu Xuemie all the time that these blood were real.
What scared Wu Xuemèi the most was that Zhang Yun was bullied to this point by her, and she still had a faint smile on her face, and tears slowly flowed down Zhang Yun's eyes, without any expression of hating her.
It completely shocked Wu Xuemèi.
If Wu Xuemie stubbornly thought that Zhang Yun was acting to deceive her, now, Wu Xuemie has to begin to doubt whether her judgment is correct. Is this still the same Zhang Yun? He has become so weak and pity-free.
It was at this moment that Zhang Yun coughed lightly and said softly:
Are you relieved? If it is not enough, keep going. I can bear it until you no longer hate me. This is what I owe you.
At this moment, Wu Xuemèi looked at Zhang Yun's little face that had been beaten miserably. Even her two jade hands were a little painful and couldn't help but say:
You, don't you feel pain?
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