Wen Ruoruo, who was still trying to keep calm and was preparing to find something to do, suddenly burst into tears like a child. Yan Ying was stunned and suddenly panicked. "Xiao Ruoruo, what's wrong? Why are you crying?
, don’t you want to see me wake up, okay okay, I’ll go to bed right away..."
She shook her head and sobbed. She didn't know where all the grievances came from. When she saw Yan Ying's face lit up, she burst out with overwhelming force. "Are you awake?"
He has been awake for a long time. Didn't he just see her just now? She even fainted and looked at him.
Yan Ying was confused for a moment, and then said, "How long have you not rested? You have two big dark circles under your eyes, like the eyes of a panda."
In order to make her laugh, Yan Ying struggled to raise his hands to make gestures, but accidentally touched the wound. He coughed like he wanted to spit out his heart, liver and lungs for her to see.[
She temporarily put aside her sorrow and gently rubbed his back with tears in her eyes. The unspeakable sadness in her big eyes made Yan Ying's heart break.
"Are you scared?"
He nodded, sniffed, and watched his teardrops fall into eight pieces again.
"Afraid of my death?" He asked nonchalantly, trying hard to raise his hand to rub her tears. His eyes were already swollen like peaches. If he kept crying, she might want to make watermelons.
She said nothing, but still looked at him, tears falling violently.
"Silly girl!" He lay back down, then forced Ruoruo to lie on his side, so that he could effortlessly pinch her face that was no longer fleshy, "I have a little injury because of my thick skin.
It’s nothing, look, I can get out of bed tomorrow.”
Tomorrow? Even if it's another month, he won't be able to move easily. Duoxuan, the knife almost penetrated the ribs and almost hit the heart. Even if Nineteen's hands shook a little at that time, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He is still showing off now, huh, I don’t know who the person who has been sleeping for so many days is.
Yan Ying held her in his arms with heartache. "Okay, don't cry. Originally, the chest pain was just a superficial injury. Now when you cry, it becomes an internal injury."