High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 1761 I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it

But in the bottom of my heart, there is really an indescribable emotion rolling and spreading.

Yang Moyan's unmoving expression finally began to collapse from the stiffness of the corners of his lips.

"Since when?"

After a long time, he asked in a low voice.

Lin Zhaoxia tapped her chin, tilted her head, "I can't think about it, but it's been a long time."

Yang Moyan pursed his lips, "Next time, if you need anything, tell me right away."

After a pause, he fixed his eyes on the young man, almost begging, "En? Okay, Lin Zhaoxia."

Lin Zhaoxia's pupils also shrank suddenly at this moment.

She wasn't afraid of Yang Moyan's expression, or Yang Moyan's anger, but she was afraid of Yang Moyan's appearance.

He is obviously such a proud person.

A man standing on the altar.

But why do you want to lower your body so much.

Lin Zhaoxia spit out this answer from the bottom of her heart.

It's all because of her...

She lowered her eyes, and just when she was about to say something, a fishy sweetness rushed up from her throat.

Her eyes widened instantly.

Before she pressed it back as usual, the smell of fishy sweetness had already reached her lips, and then directly broke through the barrier between the lips and teeth, and sprayed out instantly with a touch of red.

Now Yang Moyan couldn't sit still.

He stood up in an instant, walked to the boy's side in a few strides, and raised his hand to grab the boy's wrist.

Lin Zhaoxia felt her heart twitch suddenly again at this time.

The momentary indescribable pain and fatal suffocation made Lin Zhaoxia unable to sit upright, and huddled herself into a ball on the chair where she was sitting in pain.

And then.

It was that familiar sense of longing that spread from the bottom of my heart all the way to the depths of my brain, where a black mist completely exploded...

Lin Zhaoxia slowed down, then shook her hands, and easily broke free from the completely shocked Yang Moyan's hand, and found the bottle of medicine that had been hidden since Song Yan got it back from her pocket.

Only after opening it did I realize that all the medicine inside had already been consumed last time.

She shrank severely, then raised her hand to grab Yang Moyan's hand, stood up with difficulty, panting, even her voice was intermittent, "Where's the medicine?... Give me, bring me the medicine!"

Yang Moyan grabbed her hand, finally regained his ability to move, and pinched her chin, but how could he have imagined that when he opened his mouth, his usually steady voice trembled, "You, you are infected with... "

He didn't finish his sentence.

Lin Zhaoxia reached out and found the medicine bottle in his pocket, and took it out easily.

The bloodless lips were weakly raised towards Yang Moyan, "Well, I didn't escape. After all, I still got this addiction."

Yang Moyan's emotions finally collapsed completely.

He took a deep breath, his eyes were bloodshot, and his suppressed voice, very hoarse, brushed against Lin Zhaoxia's ears, "Why...don't you tell me about this?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

"How did you know that I couldn't bear it without telling you!?"

Yang Moyan held her shoulders tightly.

Lin Zhaoxia didn't speak, but found a gap, opened the medicine bottle, and poured out a few pills.

But before she could take it, Yang Moyan raised his hand and knocked all the medicine over the table beside him.

Lin Zhaoxia's pupils shrank.

When she was addicted to drugs, all her thoughts were chaotic, just like now, she couldn't even suppress her own emotions.

(End of this chapter)