Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

[ye Qingcheng, do you know how much I love you...]

[Qingcheng, I love you...]

[ye Qingcheng...]

[miss ye, the young master really loves you. He arranged these carefully for you. Those people are victims tonight. You don't have to worry about future life... The young master has arranged it all. You just need to go with him...]

[Qingcheng, I love you...]

[Qingcheng... Marry me...]

Ye Qingcheng held the small test tube, and a burst of fog surged in front of him. It seemed that he could occasionally see that one day, the sun was very good. Dongfang Shijin leaned on the porch. He was wearing a casual coat and stood there. The sun filled his body. When he looked, the light in his eyes was brighter than the stars

[Qingcheng...]

She never found that her name was so called by him. It would look so moving

[Qingcheng...]

Ye Qingcheng tried her best to hold back her tears, bent down slightly and squatted beside Dongfang Shijin. She gently stretched out her hand and wanted to brush away a wisp of messy hair on Dongfang Shijin's face.

How could his face be so pale

At the moment when ye Qingcheng touched his skin, her heart was aching beyond measure. She gently wiped away a wisp of blood on his face with her hand, but forgot that there was blood on her hand. Instead of wiping away, there were more and more blood

Ye Qingcheng inhaled deeply and held back his tears about to collapse.

She gently stretched out her hand and pulled out the small cork of the test tube with a slight force.

A faint smell of orchids floated out of it.

Ye Qingcheng's hand trembled. She controlled herself. One hand slightly opened the lips of Dongfang Shijin, but his mouth was full of blood, and some of it dried up slightly.

She gently tilted the small glass bottle and shook it slightly. The blue sediment below floated up and looked very beautiful.

The blue liquid entered the mouth of Dongfang Shijin and diluted the blood in his mouth

Ye Qingcheng doesn't know what his mood is now. It seems that everything has pressed the static key.

One of her hands tightly clutched the falling hand of the Oriental world brocade. His hand was still so beautiful and bony, but it was cold and cold without a little temperature.

Ye Qingcheng closed his eyes and tried to keep his temperature warm.

But the hands of Dongfang Shijin are really cold.

Lucifer stood there, like a petrified statue, standing there in silence and depression, looking at the thin and slender figure squatting there... It's not a bad taste.

Ye Qingcheng didn't know how long he squatted there. The wound on his body gradually coagulated, but the faint pain in his lower abdomen seemed a little clear.

Ye Qingcheng squatted motionless, and from time to time stretched out his hand to wipe his cheek for Dongfang Shijin, as if he was feeling his temperature.

Gradually, I don't know how long later, the hands of Dongfang Shijin seemed to warm back, and ye Qingcheng could feel a slight warmth. Subconsciously, ye Qingcheng could feel his weak breath and some slight heaviness.

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