Chapter 290: Let's make an offer: Find your Lingling!
The rain all around became more intense, splashing raindrops all around, constantly hitting my face and body.
Familiar voice, familiar smell, Youer was stunned, it was an iceberg, how could he be here?
"Hey! Bingshan, you're okay!"
You'er panicked. It was raining so heavily, but his body felt like he was in a furnace. His skin was scalding hot against his own, and it was so hot.
"Lingling, is it you? My head hurts so much—"
As if he was talking in his sleep, Nangong Yi murmured and tightly grasped the hand beside him. His head hurt so much, as if it was about to explode. Pictures came out desperately, as fast as flashes.
Lens-like, no time to catch anything.
Lingling, Lingling again, You'er felt a pain in his heart, and a strong sour smell overflowed in his body, Yaya brain, damn Bingshan, go to hell! Why is she meddling in other people's business? People don't know her now.
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"Dead Iceberg, go find your Lingling!"
You'er yelled, and the roar was soon suppressed by Yu Sheng's thunder. Rain mixed with tears flowed down her cheeks. She turned around and wanted to leave, but she didn't expect that the hand holding her was holding so tightly that she couldn't break free.
"Let go - get out -"
"I'm not your spirit——"
"I'll have your spirit come to you in a moment—"
You'er yelled angrily and opened the big hand with all his strength. A flash of lightning flashed across, ferocious and sinister. You'er could clearly see Nangong Yi's handsome face that was pale and twisted due to pain, but he just didn't want to care about him anymore.
, just let him fend for himself, is it none of her business?
"pig--"
She took out her cell phone and was about to dial Mu Ling's number, but she dropped the phone to the ground. Her heart was spinning over and over again. She heard his words, although they were not very clear, but she heard them.
He said: "Pig——"
This was the name Bingshan gave her before, and he even saved his mobile phone number as a pig. Although she tried countless times, she still failed in the end.
"iceberg--"
Just that one word, but she could no longer feel cruel after hearing it, "Die Bingshan, did he do it on purpose? He did it on purpose to make himself feel distressed, on purpose to make himself panic and worry about gains and losses."
Holding up the umbrella in his hand to protect him from the violent storm outside, Nangong Yi only felt that there was something cool beside him. It was so comfortable. The smell was so familiar that it made him panic. He hugged tightly the thing that relieved his heat.
Push up as hard as you can.
"pig--"
He murmured unconsciously, but held his arms tighter.