Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

Chapter 223: is it good

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Although he kept supporting it, he finally fell into a coma.

He asked her to clean up the bloodstains outside, saying that although the other party's injury was not minor, it was difficult to ensure that he would come after him. Just to say a word, he closed his eyes.

At this time, Mrs. Wu called her softly from behind.

Xuanji was startled and took the sword that Long Feili still held in her hand. Now it's her turn to protect him! The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but his voice was firm, "He needs a place to rest."

Mrs. Wu was startled, took a step back, and said anxiously: "Little lady, I'm not trying to drive you away. Seeing you like this, how can we do such a wicked thing?"

Doctor Wu nodded and sighed, "Your husband is a man."

He turned around and called a little doctor boy out, and whispered to him to clean the blood outside the door.

Xuanji bowed with tears in her eyes and said, "Thank you two great virtues. If the enemy pursues me, I will definitely take my husband away, so that you will not be implicated."

The Wu couple looked at each other and sighed slightly.

Doctor Wu glanced at Long Feili and said, "Mrs. Long, any serious illness must have a critical moment. If Young Master Long can't last for two hours tonight, I'm afraid..."

Doctor Wu's words were quickly fulfilled. It didn't take long for Long Feili to be so hot that he didn't say a word, opened his eyes and woke up, only staring at Xuanji quietly.

"Idiot, is it worth it?" Xuanji smiled, but tears fell again.

The wax torch turns to ashes. Behind her, Mrs. Wu changed a new candle and glanced at her husband. She understood what was in Dr. Wu's eyes: this Young Master Long is a shining light.

Long Feili gritted his teeth and sat up, propping himself up with the coffin on his back. Even if he died, he didn't want her to watch him die weakly.

"I'll give you something, don't cry." Taking her gently into her arms, Xuanji was stunned, but saw that his pale face was slightly red.

He stared blankly at the things in his palm... A small wooden comb

His voice was tense.

"Last night, you slept inside, and I made this outside, it's not good-looking, if you don't like it, throw it away—"

He was out last night

"No, no, I like it, I like it very much, I can't throw it away!" Xuanji clenched her tightly, the sadness in her heart smothered into joy, and the heavy weight made her just want to cry.

The texture is slightly pricked, and there are words on it? She was stunned, stared at it, and recognized every word.

"White... first..."

"Don't read!" he interrupted her in a gruff voice.

Xuanji stuck her tongue out, looking at herself happily.

Those words were printed in my head, but my heart was beating wildly.

White heads are inseparable.

Not apart, not apart.

She quickly lowered her head and closed her eyes, blinking away the tears.

"It's so ugly, this comb is so ugly." After a while, she raised her head and scolded, "Why do you do this?"

Long Feili frowned slightly, as if he was still concerned about the phrase "dead ugly".

"Wanfa." He paused, then said, "Give it to me."

Ah? Xuanji was stunned, dared to love him to give her something, and in the end he was the beneficiary!

Xuanji was angry and laughing, but her shoulders slowly sank. She stared blankly at his head resting on her shoulders, and closed her eyes gently, her smiling face in them.

If you can only go here, in the end, all you can remember is to laugh, that's fine.

Behind her, Mrs. Wu wiped her wet eyes.

"Long Feili..." Xuanji said in a low voice, raised her hand to wipe her tears, but wiped more and more, she clenched the comb tightly, put it back in his arms, and said, "Send it to me when you wake up, if you can't wake up. , then I don't want it."

Dr. Wu frowned, glanced at the man's gray face on the bed, and was about to tell Xuanji that he didn't have to wait any longer. Although it was cruel, it was lighter than the grief that he hoped later, but Xuanji seemed to know what he was thinking and turned around abruptly. He turned around and said with a smile, "We still have two hours."

Doctor Wu sighed deeply and took his wife into the inner hall.

The candle on the table burst into a light, and then went out with a "pop".

Xuanji didn't care either, his weight rested on her right shoulder, and her wound was in severe pain, so she didn't care, she just let him lean on it, and after thinking about it, she loosened their hair, and each picked up one. The strands tangled together again, and said in a low voice, "Ali, can I call you Ali? Because you want to leave me, stay inseparable, lie."

"Well, if you don't wake up, I'll take you back to the sea in Taoyuan Village, okay? You can't always make trouble here. I heard that some emperors are buried with many people after they die, so you're not so lucky. I'm the only one who will accompany you. Can I bury you with me?"

"Okay, I'm tired too, you don't object, let's just decide, I'm tired, I want to sleep, or I won't have the strength to take you back."

"Xiao Qi, no! You dare to do this, Zhen—" Long Feili sat up abruptly, but his hand was empty.

The sun shone in from the window lattice, and he searched the surroundings in shock... The surroundings were quiet and empty, what about her

He pressed his chest and shoulders, gritted his teeth, lifted the quilt, and ran out barefoot.

Hospital hall.

Doctor Wu, who was in the process of diagnosis, glanced at the thin figure walking in front of him, and sighed slightly.

That night, Young Master Long miraculously survived. This man is absolutely extraordinary!

He slept for two days, this stubborn little lady, but he didn't close his eyes after that night. He couldn't help laughing when he saw Xuanji pinching her ears in fear of the heat and passing through the hall with the medicinal soup.

Suddenly, I was startled again. I saw several people entering the hall. All the men and women, no matter their appearance or temperament, were extremely outstanding! Suddenly, one of the Qingwan women ran over quickly, reaching out and tightly hugging the tall man who came out of the inner hall.

With a crisp sound, the porcelain bowl in Xuanji's hand shattered to the ground.