Chapter 9o

Yan Qingyu slightly adjusted her brows, with a mocking smile on her face, "I have to say, you successfully convinced me, after all, I don't want to die yet!"

Guixing nodded slightly: "I'm going to leave!"

Ghost Star is very clean and neat in his work, without any delay. Once the matter is handled, he disappears into the air with Meiyue very quickly, not knowing whether to leave or hide in secret surveillance.

Left Yan Qingyu alone to take care of Si Yucheng.

She didn't sleep until the second half of the night. When she watched Si Yucheng's breathing became calm and stable, she breathed a sigh of relief. After all, her life was tied to this man. If he died, I believe his subordinates would not let him go.

Fortunately, Gui Xing took some medicine to him, which made his breathing much smoother, and he pulled him back directly from the gates of hell.

...

The night became deeper and darker. It was not until dawn that Si Yucheng, who was unconscious in the bed, began to slowly feel a little sense of consciousness, and his fingers trembled gently... Si Yucheng in the coma felt a faint warmth. He always wanted to open his eyes and see what this warmth was. It seemed to be the temperature brought by a furry creature, not a soft touch like cotton. Even though he knew that he was in a coma at this time, he couldn't help but want to wake up and hold the warmth in his arms...

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the dusty black eyes were dark and dull, but when his eyes touched Yan Qingyu, who was sleeping on the edge of the bed beside him, the dusty black eyes instantly shone with a light that soared into the sky. The beautiful and gorgeous luster like glass crisscrossed in the black eyes as dark as obsidian. The corners of his mouth that couldn't help but raise a high height slightly outlined a bloody tenderness...

Her hand couldn't help but touched her head... Is it her the warmth she felt in her coma?

A small ball...furry...feeling exactly the same.

Her fingers gently stroked her head, and her loving eyes seemed to look at her beloved pet. The stroking movements were very gentle but domineering, which made the shallow sleep Yan Qingyu frowned slightly uncomfortable, and there was a faint tendency to wake up.

"Oh……"

Si Yucheng's evil and handsome face showed a sinister smile, like a demon calling for the arrival of death. His strokes slowly became ambiguous and enthusiastic, slowly down his face, and finally his fingers fell on his gentle and soft lips. It seemed a bit incredible that my lips were so soft and warm, and I couldn't help but caressed back and forth, feeling, and even felt a little nostalgic, and didn't want to miss this warm touch.

Yan Qingyu, who was sleeping, frowned uncomfortable, and always felt itchy on her lips, as if some bug was crawling, which made her subconsciously open her mouth and bite it.

Si Yucheng's body suddenly trembled slightly. The touch of the cherry mouth and the numbness of the teeth made him lose the ability to think in an instant. His brain was blank, and an indescribable mood slowly came from the depths of his body like a tide...

Itchy, stingy...

He didn't even want to pull his finger away from her mouth, but instead hoped that she would take a few more bites.

However... Yan Qingyu slowly opened her eyes and looked at Si Yucheng's face-shaping gaze. She felt something in her mouth. Her eyes looked down... She suddenly realized that she actually bit his finger, sat up straight, and spat, spit out his fingers, looking contempt: "What are you doing?"

Looking at the shallow biting mark on his finger, Si Yucheng felt like he was crazy, and even handed his finger to Yan Qingyu, his eyes slightly cold; "Bite!"

ill?

Yan Qingyu didn't understand what he was crazy now? Could it be that the injury hurt his brain?

Si Yucheng was eager to prove something. Seeing that she didn't bite, she grabbed her neck and raised it into her arms. Her dangerous gaze suddenly became harder, "Bite!"

His neck was tightly pinched, and Yan Qingyu stared at him and sneered: "I have never heard of such a request in my life, this is what you said!"

He hugged Si Yucheng's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that he would escape, so he bit his finger heavily, and his superior Yucheng took a breath of air conditioning in pain.

"Let's go!"

Yan Qingyu seemed to have not heard it at all, and bit her finger tightly. Even though her mouth was filled with blood, she did not intend to let go of her mouth, and she bit her tightly as if she was revenge. Dali's mouth was not a joke, and it made Si Yucheng feel so painful that he had no other thoughts. He even wanted to break her neck and rescue her fingers.

But how could Yan Qingyu let go? The grievances he suffered during this period are now doubled to this domineering man.

It was not until her neck was touched with a "very gentle" that she had a cold war for no reason. At the same time, a sinister voice came from her ears: "I heard that the turtle never let go of her bite, and she could only be rescued unless she cuts her neck down. Do you want to try it?"

Bah, you are just a turtle!

Yan Qingyu let go of her mouth without any hesitation. There was no way, she cherished her life and took her life very seriously. She couldn't let it go.

Looking at the bloody fingers, Si Yucheng looked a little deeper with his eyes sitting on the bed, and he dared to bite himself so embarrassedly. If he put such a thing on anyone, he would definitely make his life worse than death and regret it.

But strangely, now I don’t have any idea to punish her, but I feel that she is a little cute when I bit her like a little turtle?

What's going on?

Is it a devil?

"Bah!" Yan Qingyu turned the wheelchair with both hands, walked aside, picked up the teacup and rinsed her mouth. When there was no smell of blood in her mouth, she put down the teacup, stared at Si Yucheng fiercely, and pursed her lips. "Since you are awake, please go to the place you should go. It's small and can't accommodate you, the big Buddha!"

Si Yucheng sat on the bed and looked at the extremely simple room, raised his eyebrows slightly, gently stroked the half-section mask on his face with one hand, and stared at her with complexity: "The bed is too small, too hard, the quilt has a musty smell... The tea leaves are too low-level, and the environment is too bad... I reluctantly stayed in order to see if I was injured!"

"You..." Shameless!

Yan Qingyu felt that her three views were covered again. That domineering and cruel man was so rogue? What does it mean to occupy his doghouse if he doesn't sleep while keeping his soft bed? Is there a grudge?

She didn't know at this time that she had saved Si Yucheng so much that she won the trust of Si Yucheng, making him think she was a trustworthy existence, so her attitude towards her was very different.
Chapter completed!