[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

Wen Ling clung to Song Lu's back, grabbed his clothes with both hands, and responded vigorously.

Song Lu's breathing gradually became a little heavy, and the tip of his tongue pressed against his cheek. He looked at the delicate little guy in his arms, clicked his tongue lightly, and then kissed his soft lips hard.

Wen Ling's mouth hurt a little from being kissed, he blinked his eyes, and pouted his mouth angrily.

The scenery outside the window quickly passed by, Wen Ling tilted his head and looked out: "Where are we going?"

Song Lu hooked his lips: "Go see someone."

Wen Ling didn't continue to ask further questions, but just arched his head into Song Lu's arms, closed his eyes and fell asleep defenselessly.

Song Lu's hands were sickly pale, with slender finger bones, and there was a bewitching sense of abstinence when they passed through Wen Ling's black hair.

He looked deeply at the little guy's sleeping face, suddenly thought of something, narrowed his eyes, chuckled, then shook his head and said nothing.

While half asleep and half awake, Wen Ling suddenly felt that his nose was a little wet, as if something had flowed out.

Opening his eyes, Wen Ling subconsciously raised his hand to touch it.

The scarlet color is even a little harsh in the sun.

Nosebleed...?

Looking at the shirt stained red by his own nosebleed, Wen Ling's heart suddenly stabbed uncontrollably.

The panic for no reason made him a little overwhelmed.

His chin was gently lifted by the warm palm, Song Lu looked at Wen Ling's blood-stained face, frowned and used a handkerchief to help him stop the bleeding.

"Dream?"

Wen Ling just woke up and was still a little dazed, unable to understand the meaning of Song Lu's words.

"Otherwise, why would you suddenly have a nosebleed?" Song Lu's tone was a little playful, and he smiled when he looked at Wen Ling.

Wen Ling reacted instantly, and the nosebleeds became more intense.

Not long after, Song Lu's handkerchief was soaked with nosebleeds, but Wen Ling's nosebleeds did not stop for a long time.

Song Lu's complexion instantly sank as the original sloppy smile subsided.

"Go to the hospital."

The front of the car quickly turned around and drove straight to the hospital.

His body was a little chilly, Wen Ling looked at Song Lu whose cuffs were dyed red, and comforted him, "I'm fine, don't be nervous."

In the next second, nosebleeds gushed out, and big drops fell on the clothes of the two of them.

Dizziness followed, Wen Ling opened his mouth, and the surroundings of his vision began to turn black. In the end of his consciousness, he fell limply into Song Lu's arms, and Song Lu's eyes were unprecedentedly crazy and depressed.

[Warning, unknown energy interferes with the plane's body, and the host's body is collapsing. 】

The villain's voice was almost roaring: [It's endless, isn't it?What's the matter, come to me!Touch me, son, I'll tear you up! ! 】

Wen Ling's consciousness has cut off all sounds, his body has fallen into boundless darkness, and his consciousness is also chaotic.

Your body is so cold, are you going to die?

............

Song Lu hugged Wen Ling and ran straight to the VIP channel of the hospital to the emergency room.

The little nurse looked at Wen Ling's nose that was still bleeding and his pale face in shock, and quickly put Wen Ling on the stretcher and pushed him into the emergency room.

Song Lu stood at the door of the emergency room, with one hand in his pocket, his originally desolate eyes became even more dead silent at this moment.

During the time Wen Ling was with him, there was nothing like this. Who could it be, so eager to kill him.

The thin lips were slightly tightened, and Song Lu pulled out a sneer.

"Go and find out who is in charge of the nearest catering in the villa." Picking up the phone, Song Lu said in a calm voice.

After the door of the emergency room opened, the doctor took off his mask and looked at Song Lu with a solemn expression.

"The initial examination of the patient should determine that it is leukemia, and the specific situation requires a blood test."

"Leukemia? Is there a cause?" Song Lu's voice was still calm, but his knuckles were white.

The doctor shook his head: "Does the patient usually have similar symptoms? If not, it may be a recessive genetic inheritance. The specific situation can only be judged after the test results come out."

"Let's go through the hospitalization procedures for him first."

............

The heat of the body was eaten away, and even the soul was covered with frost and endless coldness.

Wen Ling's body and consciousness were floating up and down, as if falling into the ocean, sinking into the bottom of the sea little by little.

The sunlight on the sea level began to move further and further away from him, Wen Ling blinked his eyes, and slowly let go of his raised hand.

[The host body is collapsing, warning!Breaking away from the original plane...]

"The patient's heart rate has dropped, and the blood oxygen concentration is also very low." The little nurse looked at the numbers on the heart detector, and said anxiously: "Hurry up and get the pacemaker!"

Song Lu stood aside, raised his hand and suddenly grabbed Wen Ling's hand: "Wen Ling, don't lie to me."

The hand that had been slowly falling was suddenly held by a warm and powerful hand.

Wen Ling heard Song Lu's words.

Can't die... If he dies like this, his little gentleman will be sad, right?

She clearly agreed to stay with him all the time, so she can't miss the appointment!

Wen Ling took a deep breath and tried his best to swim above the sea level.

The light on the sea level was getting closer and closer to him. Wen Ling exhausted all his strength and raised his hand to catch the sunlight.

"Patient's heart rate is up! Getting better!!"

Wen Ling opened his eyes, and the beeping of medical equipment was still ringing in his ears.

The little nurses were busy observing their bodies, but Wen Ling couldn't care about anything at the moment.

He turned his head sideways, trying to find that figure.

Warm big hands gently covered his cheeks, with warmth, just like in a dream.

The originally flustered and fearful mood seemed to be smoothed out at this moment, Wen Ling's face gently rubbed against his palm.

"Thank you, my little one." Song Lu kissed Wen Ling's forehead, his tone was pious and imperceptibly hoarse.

Wen Ling bent her lips that were pale from blood loss, smiled weakly, and said in a low voice, "I didn't lie to you."

I kept our agreement and came back.

"The patient should pay attention to his diet in the past two days, and arrange a blood test tomorrow."

Wen Ling looked at the black and blue eyes of Song Lu, and suddenly felt a prick in his heart.

[Uncle villain, how long have I been asleep? 】

【You've been in a coma for a day and a night, and he hasn't slept. 】

[But why do I suddenly have a nosebleed?I almost thought I was going to die just now. 】

This feeling can only be felt when the soul leaves the plane.

But it is a little different from the soul out of the body.

The villain's tone was a bit dignified, and he was rarely serious: [Lingling, your body has been impacted by an external force. It is not clear what caused it, and I am investigating.You won't last long with this body. Just now, I used points to give you a point of reflection. The mission on this plane ended early because of an accident. You can leave the plane as long as your body dies. 】

Wen Ling was in a daze suddenly: 【It's over? 】

[Your body can last up to a month, and it can be used to finish you off. You can cherish the last time with them and say goodbye. 】

Wen Ling pursed his lips, suddenly didn't know what to say, and just started to be in a daze.

[Uncle villain, how much does Song Lu like me? 】Suddenly, Wen Ling asked this question.

The villain didn't think much, just opened the panel and looked at the value.

[The favorability is already full, and the blackening value is high, around 80-90. This blackening value is completely aimed at you. 】

Wen Ling's face turned pale in an instant, and his already pale and bleeding face was almost paper-colored at this moment.

[What will happen if I die? 】

The villain sighed, and rubbed his temples with a headache: [I am also worried about this problem, if your body dies suddenly, he may turn black and destroy the plane.Then all the hard work you have done before will be in vain. 】

[What should I do then? 】

[Unless you can reduce his favorability, you can erase his memory about you when the favorability is below 20%, so there will be no problem. 】

Wen Ling only felt the blood rushing up, and his throat had a fishy-sweet taste.

【You mean, I want him to hate me? 】

The villain fell silent. He listened to Wen Ling's choked up voice, and slammed the control panel hard.

【I will find out the reason as soon as possible. During this time, try to alienate him first. 】

Wen Ling was silent, and it took a long time before he nodded in agreement.

He looked at Song Lu who was staring at him without blinking, and suddenly raised his hand.

Song Lu naturally held the pale and slender wrist, and put it in his hand to warm it up.

"What's wrong? Want to eat?"

Wen Ling's eyes were red, and he looked at Song Lu's brows, which contained his clear reflection, only himself.

The emotion in the eyes is hot and crazy, it is the unique love for him.

But now, he wants to push it away with his own hands.

"No, just a little sleepy."

Wen Ling drooped his eyes, looking a little listless and sickly.

Song Lu kissed his eyelids, and said indulgently, "Sleep for a while."

why?

Wen Ling was lying on the bed, suffering terribly from pain.

Why is this happening?

If he woke up to push his little husband away with his own hands and watch him hate himself a little bit, then he would rather die like this.

Compared with indifferent and disappointed eyes, Wen Ling hoped that he would die in his most prosperous and passionate love.

He wants Song Lu to love himself vigorously and never forget him.

While Wen Ling was in a daze, Song Lu adjusted the backrest.

"Drink some porridge before going to bed, be careful of stomach pain."

Picking up the millet porridge from the door, Song Lu fed him slowly.

Wen Ling drank in small sips, the tip of his nose became more and more sour, and the sockets of his eyes were also swollen.

Tears fell on the back of his hands, Wen Ling raised his red eyes, and asked hoarsely, "If I die, will you remember me?"

Song Lu put down the bowl and wiped Wen Ling's tears with his fingertips: "I won't die."

"Then if one day you find out that I lied to you, will you forgive me?"

Song Lu's fingertips paused slightly as he wiped his tears, and his black eyes stared at Wen Ling without blinking: "No."

"If you betray me, then I will lock you up, put you in a cage, and make you pay for your lies."

He gently kissed Wen Ling's tender Adam's apple, and said in a murmured and ambiguous tone, "After all, no one will love you more than me, right?"