There was a moment of dizziness before my eyes, and that mouthful of hot blood flowed back into my respiratory tract,

She wanted to choke, but her acupuncture points were tapped, and she couldn't even cough.

I felt shortness of breath, tinnitus, and my hands and feet felt cold.

I smiled bitterly in my heart.

Gong Yanmo was afraid that he would run away or commit suicide, so he tapped his acupuncture points.[

But I didn't expect that I would choke to death on a mouthful of blood...

I wonder what he would think when he comes back and sees that the tool for sexual intercourse is dead like this?

My mind gradually became dizzy and I lost my consciousness.

…

A wave of heat forcefully poured in from her chest and rushed upward along her chest and abdomen.

Feng Lingyan felt an itchiness in her throat while she was in coma, and finally choked and coughed out.

When she choked and coughed, the blood clots in her throat spurted out...

"Ayan! Ayan! Don't let me die! Wake up! Wake up!"

The hoarse voice, with a painful tremor, kept calling in her ears.

Feng Lingyan's body trembled slightly, and her consciousness gradually returned.

She moved slightly. The embrace holding her suddenly stiffened.

A hand touched her cheek, cold and cautious: "Ayan, Ayan..."

Feng Ling's eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes.

What caught the eye was a pale face, more like a dead person than her who was almost dead.

But that pale face had a pair of eyes that absorbed all the darkness.

It was as heavy as the deepest and darkest night, seeming to suck her whole body in and drag her into an eternal hell.

He was still dressed in white, but the chest of his white clothes was stained with blood clots she sprayed out.

Even the jade-like face had a few blood stains and looked very miserable.
Chapter completed!