"Okay, don't go. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Jun Yiqing approached her, knelt down on one knee in front of her, and reached out to brush away the messy hair on her forehead.

Shen Dunian looked at the swaying figure in front of him, grabbed his hand, like a nightmare, couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, tiredness hit, and after a while, he slowly closed his eyes.

It wasn't until Jun Yiqing heard Shen Wannian's steady breathing that she gently broke her fingers and stuffed her arms back into the quilt.

In the living room, his slender figure left a deep shadow on the ground, he put one arm on the windowsill, held the mobile phone in the other, and said in a cold tone: "Let Shuhe come over." ”

Half an hour later.

The door rang, and standing outside the door was a man in his early forties, dressed in a neat suit, not tall, about 1.75 meters, and he had to look up when he looked at Jun Yiqing.

The appearance is ordinary, with single eyelids and a high nose bridge, slightly thick lips, a middle figure, not fat or thin, and it is a type that is difficult for people to take a second look when thrown into the pile.

With a large medical box hanging on his shoulder, Shuhe bent over Jun Yiqing and said respectfully.

"On the premise of not waking her up, give her a pulse. Jun Yiqing glanced at him and ordered.

"Yes, General. Shuhe lowered his chin and entered the door.

didn't turn on the bedroom light, Jun Yiqing turned on the strong light in the living room to ensure that Shuhe could see Shen Dunian clearly.

Jun Yiqing's steps were very light, and Shuhe was even more like stepping on a blade, almost taking off into the air and taking Ling Bo slightly, almost holding his breath in three steps, and he didn't dare to gasp and follow him to the bed.

Shen Dunian's body was covered with a layer of black shadows, her small face was delicate, her eyelashes were very long, and she was as beautiful and charming as curls, I don't know if she was too tired and slept very deeply.

After Shuhe entered the room and approached Shen Dunian, Yu Guang suddenly glanced at the small puddle of water stains in front of the bed, and the faint bitter and sour taste made his eyes tighten.

Jun Yiqing leaned down and gently took her arm out of the quilt, Shen Dunian seemed to notice it, and her fingers moved.

Jun Yiqing's movements froze suddenly, and after making sure that she was not awake, she turned her head and gave Shuhe a startable look.

If you want to talk about the current mood of Shuhe, it is definitely a stormy sea, which can set off thousands of waves.

He has been by Jun Yiqing's side for decades, and he has never seen Jun Yiqing's side, he will always be the king of the high, decisive and ruthless, and the forbidden valley is not cold.

Not to mention being so careful with a person, he has never even said a gentle word to someone in these decades.

Between his eyebrows is always the breath of the living, and the light of his eyes can freeze thousands of miles with a flash, and when he opens his lips, the mountain collapses and the ground cracks.

The person who can make Jun Yiqing do this, Shuhe is naturally a bodhisattva, he has practiced medicine for decades and touched thousands of hands, but none of them can make him feel endless pressure like now.

Jun Yiqing's people, if it weren't for him, others would have moved their fingers, and they might have to splash blood four times.

Slightly nervously touching Shen Dunian's pulse, Shuhe tried his best to keep his composure, and used his amazing talent to stabilize his mind and tell himself that he was just a doctor and would not be cut off.

A minute has passed, Shuhe's fingers have not been released, and Jun Yiqing's patience is passing little by little.

Two minutes......

Three-minute ......

What's the matter, are you still addicted?

Shuhe was immersed in his own world, and when he stopped his hand, he felt a sharp gaze on the top of his head, a cool breeze slipped on his neck, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and slowly got up and bowed his head to Jun Yiqing, signaling.

Jun Yiqing twisted her eyebrows, reached out and rubbed Shen Wannian's wrist twice, before putting her hand back into the quilt, as if to wipe off the traces that belonged to others.