"You... Who are you..."
Miao Rongrong's throat was dry, and the words she spoke were like a stream of air, without the slightest sound.
Unfortunately, the figure beside the bed seemed to have heard her words, and slowly moved closer.
An inexplicable sense of fear welled up in Miao Rongrong's heart: "Don't...don't come here..."
"Are you sure you won't let me go?" The girl's sweet voice, with a faint smile, flowed into Miao Rongrong's heart like gurgling water.
That voice was extremely strange.
Miao Rongrong can be sure that she has never heard this person's voice.
The inexplicable uneasiness in my heart became more and more surging.
She was breathing so weakly that she couldn't even feel it.
He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he still didn't have the energy to speak.
That sweet young girl's voice rang in my ears again: "I am the only one who can save you. If you really want to reject me, then just pretend that I have never been here today."
save her
These two words made Miao Rongrong's expression freeze suddenly.
With a weak body, the five fingers quickly gathered together.
Almost exhausted all the strength in her body, Miao Rongrong finally uttered an inaudible sentence: "You are...the one who poisoned the little prince..."
right…
She had seen the portrait.
The woman in the painting is dressed in a flaming red dress!
This person... this person who poisoned Yu Wenkuang and infected her with this residual poison...
This little bitch, here she is!
Miao Rongrong's breathing became a little short.
Her weak fingers tried to clenched the quilt under her body, but she couldn't exert any strength.
That petite figure, with her legs resting against the edge of the bed, leaned slightly.
The girl's clear and beautiful face was reflected in Miao Rongrong's eyes.
that face...
that smile...
that look...
It completely overlaps with the woman in the scroll.
Miao Rongrong was so startled that her heart twitched violently.
For a while, breathing was a little slow.
The feeling of suffocation made Miao Rongrong's pale face approach pale.
She flapped her hands weakly, trying to smooth her chest.
But he couldn't exert his strength.
Her body twisted little by little.
It seems that at any time, if the breath cannot be relieved, it will be completely... There is no chance to breathe again.
Miao Rongrong's eyes widened.
The black pupils also gradually emptied.
Miao Rongrong could almost feel that she had touched the feeling of death.
"Well!"
Suddenly, a stench filled his nostrils.
I don't know what was stuffed into the mouth.
An indescribable smell blended with the stench.
Miao Rongrong was stimulated and suddenly sat up from the bed, lay down beside the bed, and vomited with a "wow".
Miao Rongrong vomited profusely, and her stomach felt sour after vomiting, and she leaned against the head of the bed weakly, panting.
When she regained her composure, Miao Rongrong suddenly raised her head, staring at Ye Qingluo with resentment in her eyes: "You bitch! What the hell did you stuff into my mouth!"
Just thinking about the smell.
Miao Rongrong had an urge to vomit.
She clenched her fist tightly, and slammed it down on the face of the girl who was still smiling like a flower in front of her.
"ah!"
There was a scream.
Miao Rongrong hugged her arm in pain, and her body hit the foot of the bed heavily.
"I stuffed it, naturally... the antidote that can soothe you." The girl sat down beside the bed leisurely.
Obviously, it looks like he is only fourteen or fifteen years old.
Obviously, she looks obedient and obedient, but she looks like she can be bullied by others.
But inexplicably, Miao Rongrong felt an extremely strong sense of uneasiness in her heart.