A series of wicked thoughts flashed through Jiang Feng's mind, and he had to unleash his dark energy, forcing the sweat out of his body.
"Qingcheng..."
His face was pale and pained, his expression and voice weak and powerless, especially his eyes, filled with unwillingness, annoyance, and complex confusion.
"Jiang Feng, don't speak. Should I call an ambulance for you? There's still time, right?"
Nangong Qingcheng hurriedly comforted Jiang Feng's chest lightly due to his coughing, and the few moments of shyness she had just cultivated dissipated completely.
"No, don't call!"
Jiang Feng tightly grasped Nangong Qingcheng's small hand, his arm trembling, his voice trembling, as if his whole body was shaking: "I'm afraid that soon, even if I want to talk, I won't have the strength to say anything..."
Nangong Qingcheng's expression darkened again, although her small hand hurt from Jiang Feng's grip, her heart ached even more!
