On Ye Kui's delicate and small face, two rows of long and thick eyelashes trembled gently.
quite a while.
Ye Kui slowly raised her eyes, her clear black eyes half-hung.
His eyes fell to the bedside.
Dugu, sitting by the bed, lowered his head slightly, revealing the tough and calm handsome face of the soldier, with a tiny stubborn stubborn, a hint of decadence, but it is still cold and charming, and it is suffocating.
His tight jaw and his long and narrow ice eyes poured in too much emotion.
Pain, even the kindness and tenderness towards her.
The eyes are dark.
Ye Kui's two rows of long eyelashes shook.
The breathing tightened suddenly.
She was secretly shocked.
It seemed as if the moment just now was an illusion.
She saw Dugu Xiang's eyes looking at her, there was an uncontrollable affection, as if he was staring at his beloved woman.
Such ice eyes were so deep and rich that she just glanced at her gently, but suddenly felt the stagnation of her breathing at that moment.
Feeling his fingertips rubbing her skin, falling down gently, and stroking her.
Every time the cold fingertips fell, they couldn't help but tighten Ye Kui's breathing bit by bit.
The heart subconsciously accelerates the frequency.
She knows.
At this time, Dugu Xiang was too immersed in his emotions and did not realize that she had woken up.
Ye Kui closed her eyes and lowered her hands down on her side, unable to help but tighten.
But she had been lying in bed for a day and a night.
Now, when I woke up, my whole body felt very numb and my throat was so dry that I felt uncomfortable.
Slowly.
Two rows of long curly eyelashes are raised.
Ye Kui gently opened her eyes, and her clear black eyes turned, facing Dugu Xiang's narrow and deep ice eyes.
Dugu Xiang withdrew his hand calmly.
His eyes regained a coldness and arrogance, as if the deep and depressing affection just now was just an illusion.
"woke up?"
Ye Kui looked at Dugu Xiang.
His eyes fell on him.
He was still wearing the black custom suit at the charity auction party. The collar of the pure white linen shirt was unbuttoned, and a silver-gray tie was pulled apart, tied loosely around his neck.
.
That evil handsome face, a pair of narrow and deep ice eyes covered with bloodshots, under the firm nose, a pair of sexy thin lips tightly pursed, and a perfect and firm chin was covered with fine stubble.
Dugu Xiang, who has always been arrogant and cold, couldn't help but feel a little more decadent, but he became more and more terrifying and charming.
Aura, cold, aloof.
The deep affection that had been suppressed before she woke up had been cured.
If it weren't for the unshaved stubble on his chin, Ye Kui would have thought that the deep affection in his eyes that seemed to be staring at his beloved woman was her illusion.
During the period when she was in a coma, he had been guarding her.
She is not a petty woman.
only.
When she was almost in pain and fainted, as if all her strength was being pulled away, the only hope she had was that he could appear.
At that moment, she seemed to feel that she could be killed by pain at any time.
She tried hard to support her consciousness, which was gradually swallowed by the pain, and called him.
Hopefully, at the last moment, he could become the last straw she clings to, but all she could wait for was the echo of another completely strange woman. How could she not be angry?