Twins and Ex-wife

Chapter 1215 She made him crazy against death

As she was lost in her own thoughts, Kiki only felt a pain in her wrist, and when she looked down, she

found that her wrist was, in fact, tightly choked by Flynn.

"Flynn, let go of me!"

Kiki saw Flynn as a beast, his touch made her sick from the bottom of her heart, she tried to break

away with the force in her hand, but he was too strong and strangled her a little tighter.

Kiki didn't know what Flynn wanted to do to her, and her body was uncomfortable with the heavy

uneasiness, but thinking of the Alistair in her arms, she didn't continue to struggle after all.

She was not afraid that Flynn would kill her in a fit of rage, but she was afraid that he would kill Alistair

in a fit of rage.

She could only tremble and ask in a cold voice, "Flynn, what exactly do you want to do?!"

Flynn didn't say anything immediately, he just raised his hand, and his men understood and

immediately handed over a medicine box.

He took the sterile cotton ball from inside the medicine box and started to wipe the wound on the back

of Kiki's hand.

Kiki was stunned, she hadn't thought that Flynn was tossing and turning like this to treat her wounds.

But he did not believe that Flynn would be so kind, if he was really kind, he would not have tried to beat

her into the hellish inferno again and again.

Seeming to see the doubt in Kiki's heart, Flynn smiled with a malicious face and spoke, "Kiki, I have to

help you treat your wounds. How can you sell it for a good price when you have injuries on your body!"

Kiki's heart suddenly twitched, before in a foreign country, Flynn wanted to give her to some tribal chief,

this time, he wanted to give her to some demon and devil?!

Kiki didn't want to talk to Flynn, so she didn't bother to continue asking him.

As for the injury on the back of her hand ......

She really didn't have the strength to continue to break Flynn's grip either.

She couldn't use much strength in her hands, Freya had helped her with acupuncture and it was much

better than the initial time, but her strength was still pitifully small compared to that of a normal person.

The back of her hand had been cut by a vase fragment, which was already painful, and when Flynn

rubbed it heavily with a sterile cotton ball, it was even more unpleasant.

Kiki had suffered too much, her ability to bear it was much stronger than normal people, but she was

still in pain and couldn't restrain her body from cringing.

Flynn really didn't need to help Kiki with her wounds, he was planning to sell her this time, but he

couldn't really afford to sell her for that amount of money.

Earlier, Anna said that he was in love with Kiki.

Her words had always haunted him.

To prove that he could not be in love with Kiki, he planned to sell her to another man.

It didn't matter if she had a wound or not, but looking at the red marks on her arm, he felt that it stung.

He couldn't resist and came over to help her with her wounds.

However, even if he was helping her with her wounds, there was no way he could give her a good look.

His movements, with their inferior rudeness, were sort of torturing her and avenging his younger

sibling.

Only, looking at Kiki's face that suddenly crinkled into a ball because of the pain, the chin that was

clearly hard to bear but still stubbornly held up, his heart inexplicably tugged, and the movements of his

hand, too, could not help but be a few degrees softer.

Her skin was really tender.

It was completely different from the tenderness of the women around her.

The tenderness of those women gave him a particularly rough feeling, with heavy foundation, which

could be justified from a distance, but if one really got close, one would only find it tasteless.

Kiki did not wear foundation on her body like those women, her tenderness, crystal clear and with a

charming glow, was like a piece of fine white jade, blossoming in the moonlight with the most beautiful

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Only, her fair skin was marred by this deep scratch on the back of her hand, and, looking down, on her

wrist, there were scratches crisscrossing the length of her wrist.

Those, all of them, were the scars left by the suicide by slitting her wrists.

Kiki was his mortal enemy, and the more tragic she was, the happier he should be, but for some

reason, looking at these scars on her body, he wasn't half as happy as he should have been, but his

heart pulled a little harder.

He couldn't help but ask, "Kiki, do you feel pain?

But he couldn't ask this question, and he couldn't possibly ask it.

Perhaps it was because he had gradually gotten used to the pain brought by Flynn, after he had wiped

her wound with a sterile cotton ball for a while, the feeling of pain, surprisingly, was not that clear

anymore.

Kiki directly treated him like air as she placed Alistair on her lap and used her other hand to gently

protect him in her arms.

Alistair's face was still devoid of any expression.

There was no joy, no sorrow, in such a numb face, Kiki felt pity from the bottom of her heart.

Flynn had hurt her time and again, and Kiki really hated him to the bone, but this time, there was one

thing she was grateful for.

At the very least, he did not withhold food from Alistair and he was able to drink milk.

After feeding Alistair the milk, Kiki gave him some water.

Alistair was really cooperative and Kiki drank a lot of water without much effort.

Kiki was afraid that he would not digest well if he kept lying like this, so she gently lifted his little head

and helped him to smooth out his breath.

In her heart, she really had many, many worries, but when she met Alistair's dark eyes, all her worries

disappeared.

"Alistair, I won't let anything happen to you." Kiki murmured softly.

Alistair's lips were stained with water after he had just finished drinking, so Kiki reached out her hand

and gently wiped the water from his lips.

As she rubbed Alistair's face, Kiki couldn't help but think that if her two children were still alive, they

would be just as cute as Alistair, right?

Unfortunately, she had no destiny with either of her children.

However, in her heart, Freya's children were her children.

Even if, in the future, she and Quinn could still have children, she would still treat Alistair, Jaden and

Jayla, as treasures in her hands.

Flynn got up after treating Kiki's wounds, and what he saw was such a sight.

Kiki's eyes looked deeply at the child in her arms, she lowered her eyebrows and smiled lightly,

gathering up her defences, her body was full of maternal glory.

Flynn was momentarily mesmerised.

A terrible thought even appeared in his mind.

He couldn't help but think that if he and Kiki had a child, would she also look at their child with such

gentle eyes?

This thought, which should not be there, but once it was born, it spread like a magic spell, no matter

how strong his self-control was, he could not contain it.

Flynn's eyes burned as he looked at Kiki, his shadowy eyes were like the night when fireworks

bloomed.

Suddenly, he leaned down his face, and then bit Kiki's lips.