Ah Xuan's hand
What exactly is going on? !
When that big palm completely wrapped her up.
Ye Qingluo could feel the arrogant shouting in his body, and the constantly surging power, as if he had been appeased, settled down in his body.
Then, a man's deep and mellow voice came from all directions.
Gentle and tender, calling her name over and over again.
"Xiao Luoer..."
"Xiao Luoer..."
"Xiao Luoer..."
That call seemed to be full of endless warmth and sweetness.
Ye Qingluo's heart seemed to be deeply touched by something.
Immediately afterwards, the broad palm covering her body was suddenly tightened.
Her body also felt a huge pulling force.
"boom-"
In the ears, there was a buzzing sound.
The tension in the body disappeared.
It became the feeling of falling rapidly from high altitude.
The next moment.
She opened her eyes suddenly and sat up with a bang.
She opened her eyes wide, stared straight ahead, panting heavily.
The body still has the feeling of falling.
However, what came into view was a white veil with a few white tassels hanging down.
It is no longer a vast expanse of whiteness.
No longer is the endless silence.
This is not the lifeless place just now!
Ye Qingluo just wanted to move.
Suddenly, a gentle chest approached her side.
Her tender body was dyed with warmth.
The man's long arms held her tightly in his arms, wishing he could rub her into his body.
"Xiao Luo'er, you finally woke up..."
The voice that perfectly matched the voice in the white world sounded close to my ears.
familiar smell.
familiar warmth.
familiar voice.
Let Ye Qingluo's consciousness gradually converge.
Her long eyelashes trembled.
Suddenly stretched out his hands and hugged the man in front of him: "Ah Xuan..."
she spoke.
His throat was burning like fire, astringent and hoarse.
After uttering two words, my throat felt as if it had been cut by a knife, and the pain was unbearable.
The man immediately backed away for a while, and raised his hand to pick up the warm water beside him.
Ye Qingluo was about to take the water glass.
But the chin was suddenly lifted by a slender finger.
Looking up, there is a magnificent face, enlarged between the pupils.
The man's deep black eyes were full of pampering.
The distance between the two is getting closer.
She was so close that she could even see clearly the flowing water between the man's pupils.
Even, I can count the dense and long eyelashes of the man one by one.
The next moment.
A piece of warm and soft, posted up.
Warm water was poured into her mouth.
Water runs down the throat.
It also eased the burning sensation in her throat.
The man left her lips again.
Ye Qingluo blushed slightly: "You..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he spit out a word.
Then, the man's lips were printed again.
One mouthful, one mouthful after another.
Put a glass of warm water into Ye Qingluo's mouth.
The man put down the water glass and hugged her into his arms again.
Between the articulate, there is still the warmth and taste of a man.
Ye Qingluo's cheeks were already dyed a smoky red.
"Are you shy?" Di Moxuan looked down at the person in his arms, and smiled wickedly.
Ye Qingluo clutched his robe with his small hands, tugged it vigorously, did not speak, and showed his "unhappy" with actions.
But the man laughed even more happily: "When you were in a coma, I always fed you water like this. I'm used to it, so why be shy."
Ye Qingluo's face turned even redder.
She pulled both hands towards the man's skirt, and snorted angrily: "I'm already awake, and you're still like this..."