Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Dongfang Shijin held her tightly, and the empty pain for many days was finally made up.

After a while, when ye Qingcheng thought the hug would last forever, her body suddenly soared.

Dongfang Shijin hugged her and walked to the next ward.

"Are you better..."

Ye Qingcheng moved her lips, and her voice was a little dumb. Of course, she knew that it was impossible for Dongfang Shijin to put her down, so she opened her mouth and changed a word.

"Well," the voice of Dongfang Shijin was the same. He was in a coma for a long time. His voice was hot. He added, "much better."

It's much better to see ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng's hand slowly went up and surrounded his neck. He felt that he seemed to have lost a lot of weight, but looked down. Of course, he saw the downward wound on the neck of Dongfang Shijin, mottled pieces

It must have been the fire that burned him a lot.

Dongfang Shijin kicked open the door. In the dark room, the faint light of the court street lamp outside seemed to be quiet at the moment when he entered the room.

Dongfang Shijin gently put her on the bed. Her long hair was like a blooming flower, densely covered on the white sheet.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Dongfang Shijin slightly lowered her body and raised her hand. Her eyes gently and lovingly pushed away the messy hair on her forehead.

"Well," Ye Qingcheng raised her eyelashes and looked at his face in the night. Somewhere in her heart seemed to be beating violently. She stretched out her hand slightly. She grabbed the action that Dongfang Shijin was about to get up.

"Huh?"

There seems to be a little different factor flowing in the air.

"What are you doing..."

Ye Qingcheng moved his lips, but his words changed again.

"There's milk here. I'll warm up a cup for you first and pad your stomach." Dongfang Shijin paused. She looked directly into Ye Qingcheng's eyes in the dark night. Her eyes seemed to be moist and reflected a strange wave light.

The heart of Dongfang Shijin softens.

"I just ate..." Ye Qingcheng lowered her eyes and answered softly, but she didn't mention Lucifer. "I woke up this afternoon and ate fish soup... Dongfang Shijin, please stay with me for a while."

"How much did you eat?" Dongfang Shijin asked with concern.

"A small bowl of fish soup. The doctor said he couldn't eat too much when he woke up."

"In addition to fish soup?"

"And... A small portion of chicken stewed with chestnuts. I only ate a little. I don't want greasy."

"Are you still hungry?"

"Not hungry..." Ye Qingcheng shook his head. Dongfang Shijin only cares about how she is doing. She pulled his cuff and moved aside, "stay with me for a while."

Once Dongfang Shijin heard that she had eaten well, she stopped.

He sat down by the bed, turned over to bed, adjusted a comfortable posture and held Ye Qingcheng in his arms.

The dark room was not so dark. The palace lamp outside the window showed a small halo on the glass. It seemed that it had not been hugged for a long time. For a moment, it seemed particularly warm.

Ye Qingcheng leaned against his arms and Dongfang Shijin sat with one hand around her shoulder and the other hand across the quilt, shaking her little hand with ten fingers.

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