Lou Yan held Jiang Jiamian tightly, kissing him with desperate passion, but he soon found that he was not satisfied with just this.
He looked at Jiang Jiamian, who was almost unable to stand in his arms and becoming increasingly shaky. He simply waved his hand, removed the thin rope on Jiang Jiamian's ankle, picked him up sideways, and walked towards the back hall of the Golden Palace.
Jiang Jiamian was so weak that he almost didn't have the strength to struggle. He could only let Lou Yan hold him. He weakly raised his hand and tugged at his white collar, "Lou Yan, do you really want to take my life..."
He was in this state. If he continued like that, it might really be fatal.
If he had spiritual bones and cultivation to protect him, even if he was fragile, he would not really die. But now, he is a mortal with no cultivation, and his spiritual bones are broken...
He doesn't know to what extent the medicine gifted by his friend can heal him.
