Chapter 370

Seeing him fall in the past, yunshishi didn't realize that the wound was bleeding continuously, so she squatted on the sofa and held his face.

"Mu Yazhe Get up, sit up, I'll give you some medicine... "

No response.

It seems that the pain has made the consciousness confused.

Yunshishi put his arm around his shoulder and tried to help him sit up, but his body was too heavy for her strength.

Yunshishi looked at the pill in his hand with some chagrin, and looked down at the man's handsome face, which was so painful and twisted that he couldn't care so much. He rushed into a cup of pure water, went to the sofa, put a pillow under his head, and let him rest.

Holding his back neck, he put the medicine into the water until it was completely dissolved, picked up his face, separated his thin lips, drank a mouthful of water, and carefully crossed the water into his mouth.

Muyazhe's throat slipped, and he swallowed the water. Yunshishi worked hard again, and all the medicine was put into his mouth.

After a while, the man slightly recovered some consciousness, eyes slightly opened, eyes vaguely reflected the tense face of cloud poetry, opened his lips, but could not make a sound.

"Can you sit up?" Seeing his face turning white, yunshishi was worried for a while.

On weekdays, in her impression, this man has always been like a king who is high above, powerful as a God. However, I didn't expect that he was so fragile now that he had stomach disease.

I'm not angry at all.

At the thought of it, she couldn't help laughing at her ignorance!

How powerful is this man? He is the same as her. People who eat grains and grains are not gods. People will get sick after all. No matter how strong they are, they will get sick.

Did you wake up without breakfast?

I don't know why, some inexplicable self blame in my heart!

Then, she hurriedly said, "lie down for a while, and I'll get you breakfast."

She just got up, but her arm was suddenly grabbed by the man, a pull, cloud Poetry Center of gravity is not stable, fell to his arms.

"What are you doing?" She was a little annoyed, a little anxious and worried, for fear that she would fall down so heavily on him!

Muyazhe held her back neck, and the other hand caressed her lips slowly. There was a faint edge in her eyes.

"Where to?"

"Make breakfast for you. You have stomach disease, which must be caused by the irregular work and rest of three meals! " Cloud poems return to the way.

She tried to get up again, but the man once again held her in his arms. This time, it was to clasp her arms to her waist and never give her a chance to escape!

"You What are you doing? " "Cloud poem poem chagrin way.

She frowned, fretted, coquettish and angry. Her eyes showed helplessness and shame. Muyazhe looked down at her and saw the coquetry on her face at a close distance.

Seeing him staring at her like this, his eyes were bright, his poems were stunned, his red lips were pinched, and his teeth were biting on his lips, which made him feel uneasy.

However, such a small action, in his eyes, is full of inexplicable charm and coyness, even temptation. The way she bit her lips was so lovely that his body, which had been strained by illness, was slightly hot.

So he said, "I want to eat you instead of breakfast."