Wen Ruoruo was lying on the bedside, holding Yan Ying's slightly warmer hand tightly with one hand, as if she was afraid that he would disappear at any time.
After taking Yan Baobao's Da Huan Dan, Yan Ying's breathing became much smoother, and his face even had a touch of rosy color, and he finally had a breath of life.
Everything is recovering for the better.
Ruoruo didn't know whether she wanted to cry or laugh. After struggling for most of the night, she finally lost her tiredness and fell asleep beside Yan Ying's bed.[
The evening breeze was slightly cool, and the window opened, and a dusty shadow came silently to the bed.
The chilling cold eyes swept over Ruoruo's petite body, and finally fell on Yan Ying, who was still asleep. The already dark eyes were instantly stained with blood-colored light.
He put Yan Ying's wrist on the other side, and after a long time, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
The wound seemed dangerous, but fortunately, the rescue was timely and the patient would recover after a while of training.
As if sensing a strange atmosphere, Ruoruo woke up from his deep sleep, and was caught off guard and looked straight into those pair of black eyes that made it almost impossible to breathe.
She stood up with such terrible murderous intent, but her feet were so weak that she almost fell down. After a long time, she timidly whispered, "Seven...Master Qi."
She could call Tao Xiaowei "mother" naturally, but she could not say the affectionate name to the scary man in front of her. The scene from the last meeting was still shaking in front of her eyes, and her presence and appearance were still lingering in front of her. Chu Yao's departure was enough reason for this father who loved his daughter to hate her.
Yan Xi glanced at her lightly.
Ruoruo took three steps back, staggered, and half fell on Yan Ying's calf.
"What did you call me?"
It's over, it's over, he's angry!
"Seventh...Seventh Master!!" After struggling in her heart for a long time, Ruoruo forced herself to repeat it again. She seemed to be right. Why was he still looking unhappy?
Yan Xi sighed deeply and tried to calm down her tone, but unfortunately her words were still cold and cold, "Wrong, you should call me daddy, Ruoruo!"