Nangong Minglu looked at it blankly, it was - Han Xiyan!
He was looking at her distressedly, holding a pink thing in his hand.
Han Xiyan gently lifted her up, let her sit on him, and covered her face with the pink thing in his hand.
Nangong Minglu felt that her face gradually became colder, and the area where she was slapped gradually became less painful.
"It's ice cubes. Apply a cold compress and the swelling should subside tomorrow." Han Xiyan explained softly in Nangong Minglu's ear.
"Yan! Thank you!" Nangong Minglu felt warm in her heart and snuggled closer into Han Xiyan's arms.
"Silly girl, you still say thank you? You were beaten, but I couldn't do anything..." Han Xi said apologetically.
When he came back from the company, he heard Xiao Yao tell him what happened in the hospital today.
Nangong Minglu was beaten by Ling Chengfeng. He was anxious and distressed, but that person happened to be Ling Haotian's father. He could do nothing except find her a piece of ice to apply cold compress to relieve her pain.
"I'm sorry, Xiaolu, I don't know why I am so incompetent and why do I always get you hurt?" Han Xiyan said guiltily.
"Fool!" Nangong Minglu nestled in Han Xiyan's arms, her voice was sweet and warm, "I have long legs and run around every day. You can still follow me 24 hours a day. Could it be that I fell while walking?"
If you fall, do you have to blame yourself?"
"But I just want to follow you around the clock, protect you, care for you, and prevent you from getting hurt at all..."
He whispered in her ear.
His gentle words were like gentle ripples on the lake surface, gently slapping her in circles, making her heart soften when she heard them.
She couldn't help but look up at him longingly.
He used to be like the farthest star shining coldly in the dark night, cold and bright, but out of reach.
But now, in the eyes of others, he is still a shining star, but beside her, he is a bonfire that warms her.
Nangong Minglu couldn't help but reached out and hooked his neck, raised her head, and murmured: "Yan! You will treat me like this for the rest of your life, right?"
Her soft murmurs were as light as a dream, and her dark eyes were as hazy as drunkenness, making Han Xiyan almost suffocate.
He hugged her tightly and rubbed his cheek vigorously on her hair, "Yes! I will love Xiaolu for the rest of my life, and only Xiaolu for the rest of my life..."
His voice was inexplicably low and hoarse, and sounded strangely attractive to Nangong Minglu's ears.
Suddenly he lowered his head and kissed her cheek gently.
She was slightly startled, but did not struggle. She gently closed her eyes as if confused.
Her red lips, crystal cheeks, and slender eyelashes all attracted Han Xiyan deeply. Han Xiyan pecked her delicate cheeks, feeling as if there was a fire burning in his body. His thin lips went down to find hers.
