Lingyin opened his purple and swollen eyes and didn't close them even after drinking water. He lay there holding Huahua's hand and muttered: "Xiao Chu... don't leave... I will never say you don't love me again."
I listened...Xiao Chu..."
Huahua's arm hurt from being scratched by him.
Although he was shaped like a pig's head, his hand strength was not weak at all.
Huahua was almost defeated by him, so she pulled up a chair and sat next to him: "I'm not leaving, please let me go first."
"Don't let me go!" Lingyin muttered: "Don't let me go, I won't be a passerby!"
Huahua's eyes became moist, and she cursed: "Are you a fool of your brain? I am completely speechless towards you. Why do you care so much about being serious? I thought you were a mature man, but in the end you are not much more mature than me."
, you are just a fool, you usually just pretend, right? You actually went to fight with someone!"
Huahua stared at his face and couldn't stand it anymore. She couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Do you know how embarrassed you look like now? My brother used to often scold me for being immature, but I think you are immature.
"
Lingyin was half awake and half drunk, just staring at Huahua, "Don't leave, is that okay, Xiao Chu?"
"Why do you call me Xiao Chu? It's a weird name."
Lingyin had a splitting headache and tried hard to keep his eyes closed: "You are Xiao Chu, Xiao Chu."
"Okay, okay, I really lost to you. I won't care about you now that you are drunk. Do you still drink water?"
Lingyin shook his head and chirped, "Headache."
"You deserve to be hurt to death. I asked you to fight with others!" Huahua snorted: "Where is the ability to subdue me? I will bully the weak. If you have the ability, you can subdue those six people and you will not be hurt at all.
try!"
Lingyin really had a headache and his face hurt. If the alcohol hadn't dissipated, it would probably have been even more painful. He turned over slightly and pressed Huahua's arm, fearing that someone would run away. "I'm not Nightingale or Xiaoyan. They are very skilled."
Huahua's arm was so pressed by him that he couldn't pull it out, and she glared at him fiercely.
Lingyin turned a blind eye, unable to hold on, like a wronged child, and fell asleep again in a daze.
All night long, Huahua couldn't pull out his arm. He was so annoyed that he couldn't do anything about Lingyin who was sleeping. He was also sleepy like a dog, and could only lie on the side of the bed in a twisted state, resting on his arm.
Fell asleep.
When he woke up early in the morning, the hospital bed was raised and Lingyin was sitting on the bed drinking porridge.
As he breathed, the faint aroma of porridge came to his nostrils. Huahua looked up with hazy eyes. He raised his head and saw Lingyin. He almost slept with his head tilted and his neck felt uncomfortable. He massaged his neck and said to Lingyin:
"Are you awake?"
Lingyin didn't speak for a while, and both of them looked at each other quietly.
Huahua then stood up, yawned, and loosened her bones that were suffocating with blood. Then she stared at Lingyin, but Lingyin said, "Are you hungry? Go to the bathroom and wash your face. There is breakfast on the table."
After sobering up, Lingyin has returned to being a mature and stable elite man. Although his face is covered with gauze and lotion, he is calm and composed and does not find a way to get in. His voice is a little hoarse, but he is in a good mood.
Can you be in a bad mood?
The person who thought he was having trouble actually stayed with him all night, sleeping next to him. When he opened his eyes early in the morning, what caught his eye was his exquisite face. It felt like he was dreaming.
Huahua woke up completely, raised her hand and hit Lingyin on the head hard: "You are sober, right? Do you know what stupid thing you have done?"