Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

She was inexplicably nervous at the moment, and a heart beat very fast in her chest.

There was even a slight sweat in the palm of his hand.

"Doo Doo"

Just when ye Qingcheng thought he wouldn't answer, there came a sound of something rubbing past.

"Hello -"

The sexy and mellow male voice is slightly weak, as if mixed with a lot of fatigue.

Ye Qingcheng had planned to ask him, Dongfang Shijin, what is the relationship between us, when he suddenly stopped.

She didn't dare to make a sound, so she listened quietly.

"Cough... Who?"

He coughed, his voice with a little hoarseness and a strong feeling of fatigue.

On the big bed, Dongfang Shijin's eyes are full of blood. His face is pale and his lip skin is cracked. His hand holding the mobile phone seems to be shaking. These days, he has been watching Ye Qingcheng's situation

[young master, Miss Ye fainted at the engagement banquet.]

[young master, Miss Ye was brought back to the castle by Lucifer.]

[young master, Miss Ye is still sleeping for the third day. It is said that she has been hanging potions, but there is no dripping water and she has not eaten anything...]

[young master, Miss ye...]

He coughed and thought his bodyguard was reporting about ye Qingcheng. He coughed a few times, "say, what's the matter with Ye Qingcheng..."

His nasal cavity seemed to spit fire. He drew a few paper towels from the nearby paper box and wiped them slightly. It was bright red.

He threw the paper ball beside him, and the blood stained toilet paper had been scattered all over the ground

There are still 3 pills left for ye Qingcheng. He must save some food

“……”

When ye Qingcheng heard his voice, his eyes were sour for a moment, and the pain came from his heart.

Why does Dongfang Shijin look like this?

Obviously I love her, but I have to pretend to be cold;

Obviously, fighting with Lucifer is to make her jealous, but let her let go

Look, even now, Dongfang Shijin still cares about her. Ye Qingcheng knows that Dongfang Shijin must have arranged someone to look after her here.

Otherwise, how could he ask, how's Qingcheng?

He must care.

Ye Qingcheng's cold heart disintegrated little by little.

“……”

Dongfang Shijin listens to the low sobbing voice from the other end of the phone, and he knows who it is

He should hang up the phone right now, but why is his heart so painful and wants to hear her voice? Even if he hears her weak sobs, he feels relieved

At least she woke up

The heart of Dongfang Shijin is deeply hurt by being caught. A sharp knife is constantly delaying his heart, again and again

How he wants to hold her in his arms to feel her softness and vulnerability. He will hold her tightly in his arms

"Dongfang Shijin, I know it's you..."

Ye Qingcheng's voice was choking. She couldn't hold her breath. She cried, "tell me, I'm dreaming, okay?"

“……”

"You tell me, things are not what I think, okay..."

Ye Qingcheng was lying on the big bed with one hand tightly covering her mouth. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand.