Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 1272: Xiao Yi, I am here

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Still dressed as a nouveau riche.

Against the sun, the whole body is golden, extremely dazzling.

In an instant, the thief was standing in front of Long Yunzhan, holding on to Long Yunzhan's shoulders: "The girl Qingluo didn't come back with you? Is it possible...A class against the game, you were beaten severely. Meal?"

"The game won." Long Yunzhan replied faintly, interrupting Saint Thief's cranky thinking, "Take these doctors first, give them pulse, and talk about the others later."

After that, I led more than 20 doctors to the teenagers' room.

The old house that has been silent for a long time has gradually become extremely lively.

The doctor goes back and forth.

Zhao Bo and others listened to the doctor's instructions, running back and forth, slapped their hands.

……

Yan Xiaoyi's room.

Qiao Jin sat on the edge of the bed, holding a towel to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead for Yan Xiaoyi.

That delicate little face, now pale as paper.

The flaming red lips on weekdays, at this time there is no trace of blood.

The breathing is extremely heavy, with painful groans from time to time.

She frowned her eyebrows tightly, seeming to endure the intense pain.

Qiao Jin wiped her hand in cold sweat, shaking uncontrollably.

Seeing such painful Yan Xiaoyi, his heart hurts even more.

Want to replace her and endure such pain.

Qiao Jin is infinitely upset, why didn't he stay with Yan Xiaoyi when he was in the back mountain.

If he is with Yan Xiaoyi.

Yan Xiaoyi would not suffer such a severe injury, nor would he take the elixir of the imperial palace, nor would he suffer such pain...

Long fingers, one by one, curled up the towel in his hand.

The strong and determined man, at this moment, his eyes were red.

Qiao Jin put the towel in the basin on the side and gently held her little hand.

The weak boneless hand, such a small one, his big palm, can wrap all of her small hands.

Qiao Jin squeezed her hand, lifted it gently, and closed it to her cheek.

Her hands are cold and icy, like frost.

It was so cold that his body trembled slightly.

Heart, more pain and guilt.

"Xiaoyi..." Qiao Jin muttered in a low voice, calling Yan Xiaoyi's name.

He didn't even notice it.

The tenderness in my own words can almost pinch water out.

His eyes are warm and tender, and his expression is gentle: "Xiao Yi...After this time, I am more and more sure of your place in my heart. When you wake up, when you get better, I must...definitely I will tell all the words in my heart......"

"Um..."

A soft moan of pain interrupted Qiao Jin's whisper.

Qiao Jin, who had originally tenderly confessed, gave a halt in his voice.

The morale of the talent was full, and suddenly disappeared.

The woman lying on the bed, her eyelashes trembling, gently twisting her body in pain.

The breathing became heavier and heavier, seeming to suffer indescribable pain.

Qiao Jin squeezed her hand tightly, pressed it tightly to his face, and covered her eyes with one hand: "Xiao Yi, I am...and I am..."

In the palm of your hand, you can clearly feel the touch when the eyelashes are inflamed.

Qiao Jin trembled and immediately withdrew his hand.

Sure enough, seeing those beautiful eyes opened, I was confused.

She blinked blindly, and wrinkled her face in pain.

Until, Yan Xiaoyi's eyes were completely opened, and a pair of blurred beautiful eyes looked at him.

Qiao Jin froze.

He also held Yan Xiaoyi's hand and placed it on his cheek...

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Qiao Jin's face turned red, and instinctively let go of Yan Xiaoyi's hand, apologizing awkwardly.