Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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The sky was finally completely overcast. The light rain was constantly floating. The rain in Britain was always different from that in China. The rain in China was very refreshing. Raindrops were raindrops, but the rain in Britain, the floating drizzle, made people feel at a loss.

And the weather is always gloomy. It seems that one day, I always think there will be a heavy rainstorm, but there is only a intermittent drizzle.

Always depressed.

Especially the drizzle in early autumn makes people feel cold.

Ye Qingcheng's whole body seemed to be cold, and his intuition seemed to have disappeared. He could only feel the warmth of his palm. His hand was still warm. The familiar warmth wrapped her, and the ring on his right hand was slightly chrome.

It seems that only this little bit can feel that she is still alive.

Ye Qingcheng's lower leg was full of pain. Dongfang Shijin led her running in a forest. There were dense green plants, tall plants and slightly hanging thorns on both sides. Her bare lower leg was painful. Then this gloomy drizzle came face-to-face. She was covered with biting cold and the wound was also biting pain

Ye Qingcheng gritted his teeth and endured it. Following the footsteps of Dongfang Shijin, it seems that they have become machines

Dongfang Shijin held Ye Qingcheng's hand. He was always handsome, his face was a little pale, and his lip color was even abnormal. The jungle in front of him was shaking constantly, but Dongfang Shijin gritted his teeth and endured it. He could hear the cheering wind in his ears

Susu

Susu

Susu

And the sound of splashing when stepping in the water.

"Dongfang Shijin... Can you have a rest?" Ye Qingcheng finally felt that he couldn't support it. When he spoke slightly, his voice was almost dispersed by the wind near his ear.

[can you take a break...]

[take a break...]

[rest...]

It seemed that ye Qingcheng's voice came from the ear of Dongfang Shijin. He almost subconsciously stopped, so ye Qingcheng bumped firmly on his back.

"What's the matter?"

As soon as he stopped, the brain of Dongfang Shijin buzzed, as if there was a hollow vortex. He turned his head and saw the figure in front of him. He felt strange for a moment, but his heart beat abnormally

"Nothing... Just a little tired," Ye Qingcheng gasped. After the soreness on his lower leg and the wound were soaked in water, all the pain surged up in a moment. Ye Qingcheng almost fell down as soon as his leg was soft.

Dongfang Shijin used his concentrator to concentrate his attention. He looked at Ye Qingcheng's facial features overlapping, as if they coincided with his face in the depths of his memory. Yes... It's Ye Qingcheng.

At this moment, Dongfang Shijin reached out his hand, rubbed his temples and looked down. Only then did he see that ye Qingcheng's exposed ankle and a small leg were all thin scars, and even a little dense red lines