Chapter 1273
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Yan Xiao Yi's gaze was fixated on Qiao Jin.
She didn't speak.
He became increasingly nervous.
After a while, Qiao Jin stood up in a panic, "I just … just felt that your hand was very cold, so, so …"
He stuttered as he explained, his face full of nervousness.
He had just vowed that as long as Yan Xiao Yi woke up, he would tell her about his feelings.
At this moment, those words had long been forgotten because of his nervousness when facing Yan Xiao Yi.
His stuttering explanation was stopped when Yan Xiao Yi slowly sat up.
Qiao Jin pressed Yan Xiao Yi down in a panic, "You can't move around recklessly now. Before the doctor comes, lie down and rest!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Xiao Yi's body actually fell towards him softly.
Then, without warning, she stretched out her hands and wrapped them around his firm waist.
That pale little face was pressed against his abdomen.
Qiao Jin could clearly feel Yan Xiao Yi's icy cold face through the thin layer of clothing.
"Qiao Jin …" Yan Xiao Yi's pale thin lips opened slightly as she softly called out his name.
Because of this action, the wounds on his body were affected, causing a tearing pain.
Yan Xiao Yi's eyes reddened, her little hands wrapped even tighter as her voice revealed a trace of grievance, "Qiao Jin … Qiao Jin …"
Qiao Jin was stunned.
She … wasn't angry at him for holding her hand without permission?
And she even took the initiative to wrap her arms around his waist?
Qiao Jin's heart beat wildly, his entire body inexplicably hot.
He looked at the young girl who was hugging him, his body stiff, his arms trembling as he reached towards her.
He wanted to wrap his arms around Yan Xiao Yi.
But he was afraid of being rejected by Yan Xiao Yi.
"Don't tell me … you hate me that much?" Yan Xiao Yi suddenly raised her head, her misty eyes looking at him.
Her beautiful eyes were slightly red, revealing a thin layer of mist.
Qiao Jin's heart stopped, he subconsciously reached out to hold her face, gently caressing her eyes, "How could I hate you, Xiao Yi, how could I hate you …"
I can't wait to like you, how could I hate you?
Don't cry, if you cry, my heart will ache.
Qiao Jin silently added another sentence in his heart.
His slender fingers gently caressed Yan Xiao Yi's eyes.
Yan Xiao Yi's little hands tightened around his waist, seemingly enjoying Qiao Jin's touch.
She slowly closed her eyes, and the pain between her brows eased a little.
He waited for a long time, but he didn't feel the sensation he was expecting.
Yan Xiao Yi opened her eyes in confusion.
She saw Qiao Jin staring at her, not knowing what he was thinking.
Yan Xiao Yi blinked her eyes in a daze, her soft body lying on top of his.
The woman's soft and delicate body, especially the softness in front of her chest, was pressed tightly against his chest.
Qiao Jin was hot-blooded, and the one in his arms was the woman he loved.
His body tensed up and he reached out to pry Yan Xiao Yi's hand away.
"Ugh … it hurts …" Yan Xiao Yi refused to let go. She didn't know why but every time her body moved, she would feel a dull pain.
It was as if his internal organs had been torn apart.
Why … could he still feel such clear pain in his dream?
However, she still endured the pain and only wanted to hug Qiao Jin tightly.
This dream belonged to her alone.
Only in her dreams did this man belong to her alone.
Only in her dreams could she do whatever she wanted to do to him without any qualms.
She wasn't willing to wake up, nor was she willing to let go of him in her dreams.
This was her dream.
So …
She could do anything.
As long as she could keep him.
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