Reborn 1980: A poisonous wife is not easy to mess with

Chapter 947 Over there!Xiaoya is over there!

The eyelids were dry and heavy, and Ling Yunfei struggled to open them with great effort.

The first thing you see is the full moon in the sky.

The bright full moon was hanging in the sky, and the silver light was pouring down, as if covering the world with a silver veil.

At the second glance, what I saw was Anya's face, which was half-caged in the silver light, and it seemed that a layer of hazy light had appeared, just like the legendary pearl lifted by the soft clam meat to absorb the moonlight.

Ling Yunfei couldn't take his eyes off for a moment.

Probably because he was afraid that it would be too uncomfortable for him to sleep on the rock, Anya put his upper body on her lap, and put one arm on the back of his neck, almost hugging him in her arms.

She didn't wear an outer shirt, but only a Bra. Because of her posture, the lace was almost touching Ling Yunfei's face.

Even after tossing in the sea for almost a day, and his clothes soaked in the salty smell of seawater, Ling Yunfei still smelled the light and pleasant fragrance of the girl from the salty smell.

Ling Yunfei took a deep breath of the faint fragrance, and felt that the pores on his body were stretched, as if the wound didn't hurt so much.

Quietly moving his face closer, Ling Yunfei suddenly understood why the ancients would say the phrase "Death under the peony flower, even being a ghost is romantic".

Anya didn't notice Ling Yunfei's small movements at all, and she was dozing off with her chin bit by bit.

The moonlight softened the tiredness on her face, and sleep blunted her sharp temperament, making her look a little more cute and pitiful at the moment.

Enduring the soreness in his bones, Ling Yunfei quietly raised his hand, wanting to touch her cheek, but before he could touch anyone, he stopped abruptly.

He didn't want to wake Anya up; if Anya woke up, she would definitely not hug him like this again.

The raised hand was quietly put back, Ling Yunfei silently looked at Anya's face, his eyes were like a pen, all the way down from her dark brow.

Slender and thick eyelashes, a small and straight pretty nose, beautiful diamond lips, a delicate chin, a slender neck, a pair of deep bone sockets at the collarbone, and further down...

Anya moved suddenly.

Ling Yunfei closed his eyes like a thief, pretending that he hadn't woken up yet.

Fortunately, Anya didn't wake up, but subconsciously put a hand on his forehead, but there was no mandatory reminder in her mind, so Anya fell asleep again.

Ling Yunfei quietly opened his eyes, this time he didn't look around, feeling the gentleness of that hand resting on his forehead, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

The waves beat against the rocks softly, and the beauty of the sound and artistic conception almost makes people forget the violent nature of the sea during the day.

At this moment, Ling Yunfei unconsciously thought of Everlasting...

Anya suddenly moved again, this time she really woke up, she lowered her head to meet Ling Yunfei's eyes, joy was obviously surging in those apricot eyes:

"Ling Yunfei, you're awake!"

Because she didn't drink water for several hours, Anya's voice was hoarse and hoarse, but it was still very pleasant to Ling Yunfei's ears.

Touching Ling Yunfei's forehead, she found that the temperature was still a little hot, Anya hurriedly took the coarse cloth shirt that had slipped to the side, and hanged down to the surface of the sea holding one sleeve.

The other sleeve was soon soaked in water, Anya came up and twisted it, folded it and applied it to his forehead:

"You still have a fever, so sleep a little longer. Sleeping more when you are sick is also a kind of recuperation."

Ling Yunfei opened his mouth to speak, but Anya's expression suddenly froze, and she looked towards the sea: "There seems to be a light!"

light?Is it to search and rescue their ship?
Ling Yunfei struggled to sit up, but was held down by Anya, carefully moved his legs, folded the rest of the coat, and placed it on the back of his head.

"Lie down and don't move, I'll get up and have a look."

Both legs were already a little numb due to poor circulation of blood. Anya struggled to stand up on one side of the reef, looked carefully at the sea surface, and waved her arms vigorously in an instant:

"Help! We're here!"

There was no fire to guide the way, and she didn't know if the ship could see this way, so she could only do her best, shouting and waving to make as much noise as possible.

The hoarse voice didn't travel very far, and it dissipated on the sea surface, completely unable to reach the distance of the ship.

On the boat with the searchlights on, Ling Yanshan suddenly felt a movement in his heart. If he felt it, he grabbed the night vision binoculars and looked in that direction. He recognized the figure that appeared in the binoculars at a glance, and suddenly became excited:
"Old Ji, hurry up! Over there! Xiaoya is over there!"

The patrol boat instantly increased its horsepower and galloped straight there.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer... When it's near Ling Yanshan, you can see Anya's appearance even without binoculars.

Ling Yanshan shouted loudly: "Xiaoya!"

Anya heard his voice, and jumped and waved her hands in response, but her voice was hoarse and dry, making it almost impossible to hear what she was shouting.

Ling Yanshan clenched his fists and shouted hastily: "Xiaoya, don't make a sound, I saw you, I'm here, I'll be right there!"

The patrol boat gradually slowed down, and slowly stopped beside the reef. Ling Yanshan jumped over without waiting for a stop, and hugged Anya in his arms:
"Is there any injury?"

We were separated for only one day, and to him, every minute and every second was like a century. Ling Yanshan wanted to hold Anya tightly into his arms, but he was afraid that she might be hurt somewhere, so he didn't dare to force recklessly.

All the strength disappeared at the moment Ling Yanshan hugged her into his arms, and Anya burst into tears: "Brother Shan..."

Several times, she thought she would never see her brother Shan again...

Anya had never cried so hoarsely before, Ling Yanshan was so distressed that he patted her back to comfort her, and at the same time checked her quickly.

It seems that there is no major injury, except for some scrapes.

Ling Yanshan breathed a sigh of relief, only to notice that Anya was only wearing a small coat, he hurriedly took off his own clothes, put them on her body, and touched the back of her head over and over again to comfort her:

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, I'm here...it's okay..."

Xiao Jinsong jumped up and was hesitating how to interrupt Anya's crying. When he saw Anya behind him, he immediately became excited:
"Boss, you're not dead! That's great!"

Anya heard Xiao Jinsong's voice, and hastily wiped away her tears on Ling Yanshan's vest. Turning around, she saw that Xiao Jinsong was about to pull Ling Yunfei up, and quickly stopped him:

"Don't move around, he's hurt!"

It was only then that Ling Yanshan noticed Ling Yunfei lying on the rock behind Anya, his eyes were on the coat that was under his head, with one sleeve covering his forehead, and the torn pieces of clothing wrapped around him. After a pause, she immediately understood why Anya was only wearing a small coat.

Anya was afraid that Xiao Jinsong's reckless movement would aggravate Ling Yunfei's injury, so she hurried over and pointed out:
"He's still running a fever. His chest injury may be deep, his shoulders are injured, and his hands are cut..."

Just now I forgot about Ling Yunfei in a moment of excitement, but now Anya's heart is full of apology, and her tone is very gentle.

(End of this chapter)