In the backyard of Lian Yuan, he sat bent down beside the bed, gently caressed Qingyin's face, and said softly, "Qingyin, Qingyin, it hurts, doesn't it?"
Qingyin held down her little hand, caught it, put it to her lips and kissed it softly, "Don't cry, it doesn't hurt at all, really."
Wanwan's little mouth shrank, and her tears were like broken beads, "I'm lying, how can it not hurt? I heard Ziyu say that the skin and flesh are split."
When Qingyin saw that she was crying, she hurriedly wanted to get up and comfort her. As soon as she made a move, she couldn't help but let out a cry, and big beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
"Qingyin, what's wrong with you?"
Wanwan's eyes were red from crying, and her little body was twitching. Seeing Qingyin gritting her teeth in pain, but still forcing a smile in front of her, Wanwan felt so sorry for him, and took out the brocade in her arms with her little hands.
Handkerchief, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Qingyin held her hand and looked at her dreamingly. Those clear eyes were full of tenderness.
"Wanwan..."
He called her name softly, his voice so gentle and gentle.
Wanwan only felt that his voice was like jade fingers, playing with the strings in her heart.
"Qingyin..."
She also called his name gently and looked at him. The undisguised obsession and nostalgia in Qingyin's eyes made Wanwan's heart beat faster and slower, and her whole heartbeat was abnormal.
"Wanwan, please stop crying, okay? If Wanwan sheds tears, Qingyin will feel very distressed."
Wanwan's heart suddenly felt warm. Qingyin's words made her feel distressed and moved at the same time.
She stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, and said with a smile, "Okay, I won't cry, and Qingyin won't feel bad either."
Qingyin nodded, held her little hand tightly, kissed her palm with warm lips, her pale and bloodless face was filled with a gentle smile, and she heard him say softly, "
Wanwan, so good."
Wanwan frowned, "Qingyin, what are you talking about?"
What's so great, how can you still smile so happily after getting slapped?
Qingyin looked at her straightly, "If Wanwan can always treat her so well, I would rather be punished every day."
Wanwan glared and said angrily, "Qingyin, what are you talking about? Why are you being punished every day? Stop talking nonsense. Do you want to die?"