第二百一十一章给自己放血(2/6)

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                                                             怀里,莫飞烟忽然一把揪住他的衬衣,小巧的鼻尖沁出了汗水,翕张着唇,似乎要对他说什么。
                                                                                                                                                                “我在听。”
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                看她气息紊乱,说话的声音细弱蚊声,似乎很艰难。守寒急忙俯下头,屏住呼吸听她讲话。
                                                                                                                                                                “麒麟,给我麒麟……”
                                                                                                                                                                断断续续的话语,从莫飞烟嘴里飘了出来。莫飞烟努力睁大眼睛,用已经失去焦距的迷离双眼寻找教官的视线。
                                                                                                                                                                “要它干什么?”
                                                                                                                                                                守寒一愣。
                                                                                                                                                                “把麒麟给我,我……我摸不到我的麒麟了……”
                                                                                                                                                                又用力咬了一下嘴唇,唇瓣传来的刺痛才让她的大脑的意识清醒一点,趁着理智尚未完全沦陷,她固执重复自己的要求,“把麒麟给我,教官……我要我的麒麟……”
                            

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