Chapter 1889
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Fu Xiyao held Ling Li Mu tightly, who was about to fall down.
Ling Li Mu lowered his handsome face and looked at the girl in his arms. He said in a low and magnetic voice, "Yaoyao, let me go."
He was physically weak. If he was held by her like this, both of them would fall down later.
She was so soft that she couldn't support his weight at all.
Fu Xiyao shook her head hard. She locked his strong waist with her small white hands and put her beautiful face on his chest, "I won't let go of you. Let's fall together."
Listening to her childish words, Ling Li Mu slowly raised his thin lips. He raised his hand and gently hugged her smooth shoulder, "Don't fall in love with other boys, OK?"
He lowered his voice and whispered to her in an almost murmuring voice.
What?
Fu Xiyao didn't hear what he said. She raised her clear eyes and looked at him, "Ling Li Mu, what did you say to me just now?"
The next second, Ling Li Mu gently closed his eyes, and they both fell down.
When the feeling of weightlessness came, Fu Xiyao trembled her long eyelashes and held Ling Li Mu tightly. She was waiting for the pain to come.
But she didn't feel the pain. She just fell into Ling Li Mu's warm arms.
Ling Li Mu tightened his big hands around her shoulders and protected her in his arms. Even if she was in a coma, he didn't let her go.
"Li Mu! Li Mu! "
At this time, Zuo Li and Mo Zihao ran over.
Fu Xiyao looked up at Ling Li Mu. Now they were in the position that he fell to the ground and she was in his arms. She could see his pale and weak face when she looked up. Her white eyes turned red, and the crystal tears in them fell down quickly. "Ling Li Mu! Ling Li Mu, wake up! "
"Get out of the way. The doctor is coming. Hurry up and send Ling Li Mu to the hospital!"
The doctor in white rushed over. They wanted to carry Ling Li Mu to the car, but Ling Li Mu's big hands were still clasping Fu Xiyao's shoulders.
Zuo Li squatted down and wanted to push Ling Li Mu's big hand away, but he couldn't.
Ling Li Mu clasped Fu Xiyao's shoulder with his slender fingers. His fingers were slightly curled up, fierce and powerful. With deep and calm power, he protected Fu Xiyao.
"What should we do?"
Zuo Li and Mo Zihao were sweating profusely.
Fu Xiyao knew that Ling Li Mu needed treatment, or his right arm would have problems, but he kept holding her to protect her and didn't let go.
Big drops of tears fell down. Fu Xiyao's beautiful little face was covered with tears. She remembered that a year ago, she once sat behind his bicycle and asked him, "Ling Limu, will you let go of my hand?"
At that time, he was still a handsome 18-year-old, quiet and cold. He didn't turn back, only shaking his head lightly, telling her that he wouldn't.
Fu Xiyao then realized that he had never let go of her hand.
This year, he had been encouraging her to come to C University.
He didn't tell her what had happened to him, what kind of psychological torture he had suffered, and what he was going through now. He just tried very hard to give her the best.
Fu Xiyao's heart ached. In the previous life and this life, he was her best Ling Li Mu.
Fu Xiyao sniffed her red little nose, then held his handsome face with her small hands and kissed his lips gently.
"Ling Li Mu, I didn't have time to tell you in the previous life that I love you."
There was one more time in the evening.
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