"Be good, wife, don't look." He estimated that many people had died; she definitely couldn't look.
He didn't want her to smell the blood, so after fighting, he specially took a cold shower.
"Be good, be obedient." His voice was very magnetic, coaxing her with a smile.
His deep and cold phoenix eyes fixedly landed on her face, suddenly leaning over to kiss her eyes, "Don't cry, baby."
He couldn't stand seeing her cry.
He did so much just to give her happiness and warmth, so he didn't allow her to cry.
Eva Nightingale hadn't said a word from beginning to end, looking dumbfounded, a stark contrast to before.
Because when he first rescued her and held her, she was still holding onto him, affectionately calling him husband, husband!
Now, she didn't say a word nor did she ask about his condition.
His heart felt slightly sour.
So, it turned out she didn't care whether he was hurt or not? Forget it! He didn't care himself either.
"Wife, wait for me a moment."
