The next moment, her fingers gently supported the back of his head, and the warm soup was fed into his lips little by little.
All of a sudden, Char seems to be back to the time when they got along at the beginning.
At that time he couldn't move.
She is also a little bit, patiently feeding him something to eat.
But at that time she thought he was her lover.
But now, she was feeding him.
Similar scene, but the mood is very different.
Bai Weiwei's voice was weak and sad, "Wake up, Xia Ya."
It's really his name now.
Not that damn dead man.
Xia Ya didn't feel the pain at all, even if it hurt, it was refreshing.
I knew she was soft-hearted.
His desperate hope was still realized.
Bai Weiwei cried and fed him soup, thinking about how much soup there was, she was also hungry.
The patient does not need to eat too much.
So there should be more than half left.
When the feeding was almost done, Bai Weiwei turned around and drank the soup by herself.
Because it is too sad, the rest of the delicate food in the food box cannot be eaten too much.
Bai Weiwei snorted coldly: Who is not a showman anymore.
After drinking the soup almost, she put down the bowl and turned back.
Just looking into a pair of purple eyes, those eyes are ignorant and innocent.
The young man looked at her with some doubts, and then he stretched out his hand, the scales on his arms were extremely delicate.
With her fingertips pinching her wrist, Xia showed a weak smile, "Are you my… partner?"
Bai Weiwei: "..."
Oops, amnesia
Bai Weiwei stared at him blankly, feeling that in terms of the level of drama, she actually lost.
The bowl in her hand loosened and fell into the gold coins.
Then she looked at him at a loss, with tears rolling in her eyes, as if she was frightened.
"Shaya?"
Xia Ya stared at her curiously for a while, her eyes filled with goodwill.
"You're so pretty and..."
He brought the back of her hand to his lips and licked it.
"You have my taste all over you, and you must be my partner."
Bai Weiwei flicked her fingers and seemed to want to pull it back.
Xia Ya screamed in pain, and her face was extremely pale.
Bai Weiwei froze and didn't dare to move.
Xia Ya immediately grinned stupidly: "It doesn't hurt."
The cloth strip on the chest, blood seeped out again.
Bai Weiwei seemed to be certain that he was in a wrong state, so she leaned over and put her hand on his shoulder.
"You lie down."
In order to catch her, he had to sit up.
Xia Ya stared at her blankly, her fingertips caressing her wrist casually.
The genuine worry in her eyes made him lie down.
Bai Weiwei's tone was trembling, "You are injured, don't move, do you still know how to get clothes and food? You need medicine."
Xia Ya stared at her for a while, then stretched out her hand with a pale face, and a gap suddenly opened in the air.
A pile of bandages and potions fell in.
It fell beside Bai Weiwei.
Bai Weiwei: "..."
Xia Ya looked innocent and cute, "Medicine."
Bai Weiwei: Really professional and smart mentally retarded.
She didn't seem to care about asking anything, and immediately went to get the bandage, and then looked at the type of medicine.
In the end, he was given a new wound medicine to wrap the wound.
Xia Ya lay obediently from beginning to end, the scales still exist on her body, and her eyes are very ignorant.
Delicate and delicate juvenile, like a decadent flower on jewelry.
Blooming beautifully, but also with a fragile temperament.
He relied on Bai Weiwei's fingers, "I can't remember anything in my mind, but I know I love you."
A rude and innocent confession.
Made Bai Weiwei frown to refute, but seeing the wound on his chest, all words were choked in his mouth.
In the end she sighed and said, "It's all my fault that you do this."
Xia Ya glanced at her sideways, the light under her eyelashes was fine and beautiful.
"I think I'm willing to let you hurt."
Bai Weiwei's eyelashes twitched, and her breathing paused.
It seemed a little touched, but the girl finally turned her head slightly, only a hint of blush appeared on her cheeks.
Delicate as a cherry.
The corners of Xia Ya's mouth rose slightly, knowing that pretending to be pitiful was so useful.
What a substitute for him.
The soft-hearted little witch is the cutest.
[Progress of the branch line: ninety-seven.]
The system held the latest dried fish and gnawed at it expressionlessly.
He looked at the shy host who was actually paralyzed, and then looked at the pitiful male protagonist who was actually black-bellied.
Oh, it's all tricks.
Dramatic routine.