The place on his back where five holes were stabbed felt like lava flowing through, with a sensation of being thrown into a fire.
Jun Moyan's vision turned dark intermittently, and his head was spinning.
He immediately slowed the car down and, after a few more minutes, could no longer hold on, so he pulled over to the side of the road to avoid an accident.
"What's wrong?"
Wen Xiao'ai saw that Jun Moyan's face had turned pale, with threads of black air between his brows, and knew what was happening.
She immediately unbuckled her own seatbelt, then got up and unbuckled Jun Moyan's seatbelt as well.
She reached out to remove his shirt, wanting to check the wounds.
"No..."
Jun Moyan wanted to say it was nothing, to reassure Wen Xiaoguai, but found speaking had become difficult.
"Turn around, let me see your wound."
Jun Moyan didn't want to show her the wound, fearing it would scare her, make her worried, or worse, make her cry again.
