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Sang nuo had always thought that an Xiaoyang had returned to the dormitory. It was already so late, and she did not dare to spend the night alone. However, even if she did not return, he did not expect that the apartnt would be completely dark. An Xiaoyang was sitting on the other sofa, watching him.
When he gradually realized that sothing was not right, he suddenly moved his hand away from his eyes and propped himself up to look at the living room, his eyes full of vigilance.
However, when he saw the slender figure sitting on the other sofa, he suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.
However, within a few seconds, his expression beca complicated. He slowly straightened his body and pretended as if nothing had happened. He asked, ‘
Yueyue, Xiao Yang, why are you still here? didn’t I ask you to go back to the dormitory? ”
An Xiaoyang’s eyes had long gotten used to the dark. She could clearly sense that there seed to be sothing wrong with sang nuo’s body, as if he was injured sowhere.
She got up and walked towards him step by step. Sang nuo stood there in a daze. He wanted to sit up by supporting himself with his arm, but he didn’t know where he touched. He sat up by supporting himself, and his entire body was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely.
An Xiaoyang suddenly held his shoulder and went to see him.
And when he got closer, sang nuo realized that an Xiaoyang’s eyes were a little misty, filled with worry for him. Santos’s heart clenched tightly.
She felt guilty.
An Xiaoyang spoke slowly at this ti, her voice a little hoarse, ” Yingluo, it’s nothing. I just don’t want to go back. I wanted to wait for you to co back, Yingluo, whether it’s tonight or not, Yingluo.
She deliberately did not ask him what had happened.
She also didn’t mock him. He was injured, so how could she leave?
Because even at this point, Yingying was still hiding it, not wanting him to see what was wrong with him.
Little did she know that she had already seen through Yingluo long ago.
Sang nuo was suddenly speechless, his heart throbbing in pain.
An Xiaoyang helped him sit up. Then, she turned around and went to the TV cabinet on the first floor to take out a small silver box. It was square with a red “10” on it.
it was the first aid box.
After she walked over, a hint of astonishnt flashed in sang nuo’s eyes. His lips moved as if he wanted to say sothing, but in the end, nothing ca out.
after all, she had already discovered it.
After an Xiaoyang walked over, she had sang nuo turn around.
He was wearing a polished black denim jacket with a little blood on it.
Sang nuo wanted to speak a few tis, but when he saw an Xiaoyang’s slightly pursed lips, he wiped his face away with a complicated expression and then pinched the tired space between his brows.
An Xiaoyang took off her jacket, revealing a white t-shirt inside. However, there were so blood stains on the waist of the t-shirt.
An Xiaoyang’s body stiffened.
Then, she slowly reached out to pull it away.
However, soone was one step ahead of her. Sang nuo pulled on his t-shirt, not wanting her to open it. Yingluo, little yang, I actually …
“Take it away.”
An Xiaoyang’s voice did not fluctuate as she spat out these two words.
Santos,”shua shua.”
After a few monts of struggle, his hand was still removed by her, and he allowed her to lift up his shirt.
Inside, on the side of her waist, there was a wound that was the length of a palm and had been bandaged.
Blood seed to be seeping out of the gauze.
Sensing that an Xiaoyang’s little body had stiffened, sang nuo pulled down his t-shirt, then-
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