My Good Life

I was fainted by the blood sucking, and when I woke up, Lingling was taking care of me. (((Cartino Novel Network www.readwn.com)))

The room was full of the aroma of chicken soup. Seeing that I woke up, Lingling walked from the table to my bed with a bowl of chicken soup: "I went to the mountain to find some blood-producing tonics, which were stewed with a rooster. You eat well quickly."

cock……

It seems that the big rooster in the backyard has not escaped its fate. Just like me, after all I was bitten by Li Zhaodi as food.

I raised my hand, because there was no weakness, so my fingers were still trembling uncontrollably. My fingertips were a little numb, which made the touch not sensitive, but even so, I still touched the two raised points on my neck. , Is a scarred wound.

Li Zhitong bit my evidence.

"Come on, drink soup." Lingling handed the chicken soup to me. I tried to sit up, but my body was really weak. After trying for a long time, I finally relied on Lingling's strength to barely hold up a little.

I looked at Lingling and motioned for her to pass me the soup, but Lingling suddenly glanced at the door.

I followed her gaze and turned my head and looked towards the door, but due to the slow movement, I only saw the trace of the long golden hair fluttering as it disappeared from the door frame.

Li Zhaoming him...Has he not sucked enough yet?

Thinking of the coldness of the blood flowing from my body, and the nausea and dizziness of the physiological reaction, I held my neck with lingering fears.

"Huh, except for human men, the thing I hate the most is male vampires." Lingling turned her head and didn't hand me the bowl, but scooped a spoonful of soup, blew it and passed it to my mouth, looking at this The movements are very skillful. It should have taken care of people many times.

I drank the medicated chicken soup and swallowed it in one gulp. The soup slipped from the mouth to the stomach with the fragrance. Lingling fed me a few more mouthfuls. I had a small bowl of chicken soup and I felt a lot warmer. Only then have the energy to ask Lingling: "Why?"

"A wolf-hearted dog, the other heartless." Lingling brought me a bowl of chicken soup again, and said like an adult, "My father's ungratefulness is ignorance, this vampire is pure cold blood. He is a stone, cover up. It's not hot."

Is Li Zhaoyi a stone? A long time ago, in a residential building, Li Zhitong’s pajamas and slippers were escorted by Li to accompany him to fight. And not long ago, in the underground cave in Wulong, Li Zhuzhu broke his ring and magic weapon in order to save me.

There are many, many small times, when he urges rent, when hot pot, when I fall asleep in my arms...

To me, Li Zhaoyi is not a stone, and he does not need to cover the heat, because he is warm in the first place. He is always warm to me and everyone in the residential building, even to the associations, and the organization built together by non-human beings. There is temperature.

So he invested so much time and energy in it to maintain the order of non-human organizations.

He has flesh and blood, joy, anger, sorrow, preference, and hatred.

He is not like he himself said, nor is he a cold vampire like others said, he actually...has such a warm heart.

That's what I know, Li Zhitong.

"Sister." Lingling advised me, "Don't like him anymore."

I was silent for a long time: "So...obvious..."

"You see his eyes are exactly the same as my mother's eyes to my father, my mother-in-law is too pitiful, I don't want you to become like my mother-in-law."

What could I do? I already like Li Zhaodian, although...maybe not the current one.

But he... just like him.

I finished the soup in silence, and spent the day lying on the bed under the care of Lingling. Due to my lack of energy and blood, I was drowsy and half awake all day, but at night, I suddenly became more energetic.

The moonlight in the valley was brighter, and the surrounding brick houses were terrifyingly quiet. So, when the night was extremely quiet, there was a little movement in the house, which I could hear clearly.

Li Zhaodao in the next room... is groaning and struggling.

I touched the scar on my neck, and sensibly told myself ten thousand times, don't go, don't go, don't go, you're just an ant.

But when I reacted, I was already standing in front of Li Zhaodi's door.

Forget it, let it go, Su Xiaoxin, you just can't do nothing about this vampire, even if it might kill you.

I told myself, fortunately, this is just a dream.

I lifted my hand and pushed open the door of Li Zhaodi. Li Zhidi was lying on the bed, his face was pale as syrup, and his hair had been wet with sweat. It was different from the previous nights. Tonight's Li Zhaodi seemed to be suffering a lot. In other words, he had been enduring pain before, but tonight, he finally surpassed what he could suppress.

"Li Yiyan." I called his name, hoping to awaken his mind and make him feel better. But little effect. I don't know what else I can do for him. The only thing I can think of is to boil some hot water and wipe his sweat off that towel. I got up to go, but suddenly my arm was caught by the cold palm.

I was taken aback, but the hand violently pulled me toward the bed.

I didn't even have time to exclaim, Li Zhaoyi immediately hugged me, who was lying on the bed, with his other hand.

I immediately covered my neck in his arms, but Li Zhizun did not take any further action: "Don't move." He spoke, his voice extremely hoarse, but his embrace was so tight.

Because I was so close, I could feel the trembling of his body, and I could see that under the moonlight outside the house, under the skin of his face, a shadow gently crawled across.

I suddenly remembered that he said before that the corpses in his body like warm places, so... he hugged me so that the corpses were concentrated on his hands. Maybe it would relieve the pain?

He hugged my hands and became a little scary for a while, but I remembered that before Weiwei left, that the corpse worm must be used for home medicine to be drawn out, it would not be so easy to leave Li Zhaotong. , Got into my body. It's just that when these corpse insects are active at this point, love is haunting Li Zhaozhan's body, and I can just relieve Li Zhuangzhan's pain...

I lay in Li Zandiao's arms, and did not dare to move more.

Li Zhaodi tried hard to suppress the pain, and did not speak much.

Time seemed to be still at this moment, moonlit night, alone, lying on the same bed, but there was nothing else but hugs.

My body still lacked blood and energy. I was hugged by him for a while, sleepiness hit my head again, and I fell asleep again.

Half asleep and half awake, I saw Li Zhaodi looking at me again. He looked at me like a rare and exotic animal in the world, as if he wanted to trace the height of my hairline and the curvature of my mandible, so carefully...

When I woke up, Li Zhitong had already stopped holding me. He sat on the chair in the house, looking through the old books he had found out of nowhere. Hearing the sound of me waking up, Li Zhaoyi said without turning his head: "Go back by yourself, what happened last night, no next time."

When I first woke up, when I heard such a sentence, I did not react for a while: "I want to help you..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Zhaoyi said again: "Next time you don't want to wake up alive."

No next time, don't want to wake up alive, little ant...

These words circled in my mind for a few times. For a while, my heart felt cold, as if all my enthusiasm had been fed to the dog. I was a little aggrieved and a little sad. I stood up on the bed, and I planned to leave. .

But after another thought, he was still angry.

In this dream, Li Zhaodi has tossed and tossed you, I took care of it, and it was good enough for you!

What else do you want to do?

How do you want me to provide you with this yin and yang weird torture all day long?

The more I think about it, the more angry I am. The many days of low and low moments turn into a huge anger, anger grows on the edge of the heart, my heart is stunned, anyway, this is a dream, Li Zhaotong, you will slap me to death, don’t steam Steamed buns fight for breath! Still a good author after waking up!

I took three steps and two steps, and walked to the back of Li Zhiyi's chair. Li Zhiyi noticed that I was walking towards him. He frowned and turned his head impatiently. I slapped me and flew over the back of his head. Li Zhuan's eyes dazzled, his movements are faster than mine, I don't know how much, this slap was directly caught in his hand.

He squinted at me: "Looking for death?"

"You're dying! You bastard!" I raised my foot and kicked on the chair he was sitting on. Although it didn't cause him any actual harm, this set of action words completely trampled on his authority.

I also saw a hint of shock and confusion in Li Zhaotong's slightly squinted eyes expressing anger.

"Just do whatever you like! The old lady won't serve you! Your grandson is so painful!" I pulled my arm fiercely, and it really made me withdraw my arm from his hand.

I turned my head and left, kicked Li Zhaodi's door, and strode out.

I walked angrily all the way back to my room, and as soon as I got back to the room, I started to pant against the wall.

Lingling was sitting downstairs for breakfast. Hearing the movement, the little one came upstairs wearing an apron and holding a spatula. She looked at me who was holding the wall and asked me: "Li Yiyan bullied you?"

I shook my head, thought about it, and nodded again.

"He hit you?!" Lingling was very angry.

"No……"

"Then why are you holding your chest and gasping for breath?"

"Too! That's great!" I took a few deep breaths, "a bit dizzy..."

Lingling: "..."