"Am I asleep?" Ling Xiaotu turned away slightly uncomfortably, and quickly looked around.
Behind Xuanyuan Xuantian stood Jimo Junyu and Zhongli Yirui.
There is also the poor little carrot demon, which is being squeezed by Zhong Li Yirui in his hands and struggling feebly.
It seems that she did not sleep for long, because they are still in Jimo Junyu Hospital. Do they still want to stay here to recuperate? [
Looking out the window, it is still a bright sunny day.
Only then did Ling Xiaotu feel Xuanyuan Xuantian's pressing posture, which made her body a little stiff. She tried to say something,
"I,,,,"
",,,," The cold fingers touched her cheek lightly, and the refreshing touch stopped Ling Xiaotu from saying anything.
Xuanyuan Xuantian narrowed his eyes slightly and examined her for a while. The two people behind him also behaved well and did not speak in this not so good atmosphere. They lowered their hands and looked at the two people.
His fingers on her forehead slid down the side of Ling Xiaotu's face, gently stroking her warm body...
Ling Xiaotu stiffened his neck and looked at Xuanyuan Xuantian while panting slightly, not knowing why!
"Don't talk, rest..." Xuanyuan Xuantian finally stopped moving and let go of his hand, grabbing her shoulders and looking down at her face expressionlessly.
Under Xuanyuan Xuantian's gaze, Ling Xiaotu struggled to straighten up from the quilt again and sobbed softly:
"I want to go home,,,,"
Her lips subconsciously uttered the words to go home, but she could only make a weak sound like a mosquito in her throat. Her hands and feet could not use the strength, and her limp body lay helplessly on the bed.
Xuanyuan Xuantian naturally understood what she meant in the next second. He slid his palm down her shoulder and stroked her back gently. His other hand reached out from the crook of her leg and covered her whole body with the quilt.
Pick her up, put her on your lap and hold her in your arms, pull up a thin quilt with your fingers, and gently cover her body,,,,
She didn't expect that Xuanyuan Xuantian would treat her like a patient. This was Xuanyuan Xuantian's extreme thoughtfulness that no one had ever enjoyed. Ling Xiaotu smiled weakly, feeling that the price of holding this belated princess was real.