Chapter 659: The Secret of Transmigrating Back to Modern Times 14
Mo Xiaohuan turned around to look at her and saw him whom she hadn't seen for a while. It felt a little long, her tone was choked and she couldn't speak.
"Afraid that he will be angry?" Liu Fufeng nodded, "Why were you not afraid when you came, but you are now?" His tone was a little squeaky. He wanted to blame her, but he couldn't bear to see her like this.
, he had no choice but to endure her anger for bringing his woman here.
Mo Xiaohuan lowered his head slightly, his eyes blurred, "I'm sorry, I..."
"Okay, no need to say more. Go in and take a look at him. He has been in a coma for a few days," Liuliu Fufeng said. After saying this, he realized that she had changed her clothes, not the princess's clothes.
"I..." Mo Xiaohuan wanted to say something else, but in the end she just said, "Go and take a look at Huanpei, she doesn't seem... very good." After that, she opened the tent and walked in.
Liu Fufeng, who was still angry with Huan Pei at first, felt his heart twitch when he heard Mo Xiaohuan say that she was not very good. He was worried about her, but it was daytime now and he couldn't leave yet.
I sighed, my whole heart ached.
After Mo Xiaohuan walked into the tent, she immediately saw Yu Beiming lying in the tent. Her breath was about to stop. He was so lifeless lying there, as if he had lost his life.
She walked over slowly and sat down next to him. She looked at him for a long time before she came back to her senses. He...had lost some weight, and his face was also a little weathered.
Stretching out her trembling hand, she gently touched his face, caressing it gently with her thumb. Tears fell from her beautiful eyes and disappeared into his clothes.
"...Open your eyes, Yu Beiming..." She begged him for a response in a low voice.
Seeing that he didn't move, Mo Xiaohuan became even more sad. She thought he would leave like this. Her premonition turned out to be true. Something happened to him.
Yu Beiming, who was lying down, was originally in a dream. He felt a weight pressing down on his body. He frowned and heard the voice again. It sounded familiar. He was whispering something intermittently.
"... Yu Beiming... If you don't wake up, I'm going to leave... If I leave, I won't come back..." Mo Xiaohuan lay on him and cried, her tears soaking the quilt.
One of her slender hands touched Yu Beiming's face, her fingers were a little cold.
Yu Beiming's senses were suddenly stimulated to wake him up, and his eyes slowly opened. Mo Xiaohuan's cry was clearly transmitted into his ears, and the cold feeling on his face became transparent.
After sleeping for a few days, his consciousness was still a little blurry, but his spirit was good. In the past few days, he had taken the medicine that Wei Liu Fufeng brought with the army and gave it to him, but he never woke up.
"...Yu Beiming..." Mo Xiaohuan called him softly, not realizing that he had woken up.
Yu Beiming suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand. When his hand touched hers, he was startled. The feeling was so familiar. It was a feeling that he had touched thousands of times.
He sat up suddenly, holding her shoulders with both hands, and stared at her with his dark eyes. When he saw her clearly, he was stunned, and his mood was extremely surging. The excitement occupied her heart, and his thoughts were overflowing.
Got it
"You..." He only said one word
Mo Xiaohuan looked at him with blurry eyes. Seeing that he suddenly woke up, she was stunned and couldn't react for a while.
The next moment he hugged her into his arms and held her tightly, very tightly...
Mo Xiaohuan's tears fell even more fiercely when he held her in his arms. The reality of being held in his arms made her heart tremble, and she put her arms around his neck...