Qiao Liuhua looks at Gongxi and shivers uncontrollably.

That kind of pain, almost let her remember from the bone.

How much he wanted to see Gongxi cold before, how scared she is now.

When Qiao Liuhua saw Gongxi was cold, she was really afraid. She couldn't help shivering.

She also wanted to cry. She felt that she was the only one left in the world. She was very cold and scared.

When she saw Gongxi cold, she couldn't help crying.

But she knew how cheap her tears were before Gongxi's cold face. She could not cry, nor dare she.

Because she cried, gong xi Leng would not pity her.

Qiao Liuhua sat rigidly in place, afraid to move, pale and bloodless, and his eyes were frightened.

She dare not move.

Gong xi looks at Qiao Liu's picture coldly and frowns.

Gong xi sits down beside the bed. Qiao Liu's paintings look like the enemy. He looks stiff and lowers his head. He dare not look or move around. In a short time, the heart of Qiao Liu's paintings has been riddled with holes.

Two people sat there, no one spoke for a while.

Qiao Liuhua lowers her breath. She is afraid that gong xi is cold, so she dare not talk.

Gong Xilin did not know what to say in the face of such Qiao Liuhua.

What he thought was Qiao Wan'er of ancient times. The cold and heartless appearance made him cold as a stone in his heart.

So when he treats Qiao Liu's paintings, his heart is hard.

But thinking of the child, gong xi's cold heart is also a little subtle. He looks down at Qiao Liu's direction of drawing his belly.

Qiao Liuhua feels gong xi's cold line of sight, fingers holding the bed sheet, as if this can give her some strength and make her not so afraid.

Why do you do this to her?

She did nothing, nothing wrong.

Did she do nothing because her ancestor was Qiao Waner?

After a while, gong xi sighed coldly: "Qiao Liuhua."

This is the first time Gongxi Leng spoke to her in such a peaceful tone after coming to the floating island.

It used to be cold and without temperature.

Qiao Liuhua suddenly looks up to see Gongxi Leng. She opens her mouth and wants to speak, but her voice is hoarse.

Gong xi Leng doesn't know why. Facing Qiao Liuhua's eyes, his heart has some strange feelings.

He fixed his mind and said: "now you have my child in your stomach. Soon, the power of hailingzhu will be reopened. With hailingzhu, my people will be able to return to the sea and live. I hope you can take care of yourself and don't eat again."

Thinking that Qiao Liuhua's belly is his child, gong xi's cold tone is no longer cold.

When Qiao Liuhua heard this, he was shocked, boy?

Qiao Liuhua didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

But she felt that she seemed relieved, because she knew that gong xi Leng would not treat her like that in order to have a child.

She's really in pain.

She was afraid, too.

Because she can't feel the tenderness here.

In fact, from the heart, Qiao Liuhua does not exclude this child, because she is too painful, she also needs a little support.

The child will be her closest friend.

She has no relatives. She will take good care of her body and protect her children.

Gong xi looks at Qiao Liu's painting coldly. He finds that today, Qiao Liu's painting is like a puppet, and he can't see her mood any more. He couldn't see what she was thinking.