Still dressed as a nouveau riche.
Against the sun, the whole body is golden, extremely dazzling.
In an instant, Saint Thief was standing in front of Long Yunzhan, holding Long Yunzhan's shoulders: "That girl Qingluo didn't come back with you? Could it be... a class confrontation match, and you were beaten up?"
"We won the game." Long Yunzhan replied lightly, interrupting Thief Saint's wild thoughts, "Take these doctors first, give them a pulse, and talk about the rest later."
After finishing speaking, he led more than 20 doctors to the boys' room.
The old house, which had been silent for a long time, gradually became extremely lively.
The doctor came back and forth.
Zhao Bo and others listened to the orders of the doctors and ran back and forth, fighting.
…
Yan Xiaoyi's room.
Qiao Jin sat by the bed and wiped the cold sweat off Yan Xiaoyi's forehead with a towel.
That delicate little face was as pale as paper.
The normally flaming red lips did not show any blood at this time.
Breathing heavily, he groaned in pain from time to time.
Her beautiful eyebrows were furrowed into a ball, as if she was enduring severe pain.
Qiao Jin wiped her sweaty hands, trembling uncontrollably.
Seeing Yan Xiaoyi in such pain made his heart ache even more.
I can't wait to bear such pain instead of her.
Qiao Jin was infinitely annoyed why he wasn't by Yan Xiaoyi's side when he was in the back mountain.
If he was with Yan Xiaoyi.
Yan Xiaoyi would not have suffered such a serious injury, would not have taken the elixir from the imperial palace, and would not have endured such pain...
The slender fingers, one by one, tightly curled up the towel in his hand.
At this moment, the strong and resolute man's eyes were red.
Qiao Jin put the towel into the basin beside her, and gently took her little hand.
Such a small hand, so weak and boneless, his big palm can completely wrap her little hand.
Qiao Jin held her hand tightly, lifted it gently, and put it on his cheek.
Her hands were as cold as frost.
His body shivered slightly from the cold.
Heart, more and more pain and guilt.
"Xiaoyi..." Qiao Jin murmured softly, calling Yan Xiaoyi's name affectionately.
Even he himself didn't realize it.
The tenderness in his own words can almost pinch water.
His gaze was tender and tender, and his expression was gentle: "Xiaoyi... After this time, I am more and more sure of your place in my heart. When you wake up, when you get better, I will... definitely put the words in my heart, Tell me everything…”
"Um… "
A painful moan interrupted Qiao Jin's murmur.
Qiao Jin, who had confessed tenderly, paused.
The morale of Cai Cai was full, and it suddenly disappeared.
The woman lying on the bed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, twisted her body lightly in pain.
His breathing became heavier and heavier, as if he was suffering from unspeakable pain.
Qiao Jin held her hand tightly, pressed it tightly against his face, and covered her eyes with one hand: "Xiaoyi, I'm here... I'm here..."
In the palm of your hand, you can clearly feel the tactile sensation when the eyelashes are moved.
Qiao Jin's heart trembled, and he immediately withdrew his hand.
Sure enough, when he saw those beautiful eyes opened, he was covered with a layer of confusion.
She blinked her eyes in confusion, her face wrinkled in pain.
Until, Yan Xiaoyi's eyes were completely opened, and a pair of blurred beautiful eyes looked at him.
Qiao Jin froze.
He still held Yan Xiaoyi's hand and put it on his cheek...
"Yes, I'm sorry..." Qiao Jin blushed, instinctively let go of Yan Xiaoyi's hand, and apologized clumsily.