Ye Zhihan insisted on the pain like this, and gradually fell into a coma. [Full text reading.]

When the pain slowly disappeared, his translucent body broke away from Xiao Yichen's body with Liu Fengshui's hand.

……

After some time, he felt the voice of someone calling out to him.

"Xiao Han, Xiao Han, Xiao Han!"

"Xiao Han, how can you be so stupid? Can't you just hold on for a while longer? When you're completely recovered, then change back with your brother, can't you?"

"How can you spoil yourself like this! ”

It was his brother's voice, Ye Zhihan's trance-like brain crossed this thought, his eyes hadn't opened yet, but the corners of his lips slowly pulled out a good-looking smile.

But the smile only lasted a few seconds before the corners of his lips froze. Slowly, the indescribable pain filled his body.

But he knew that this was his willingness, even though he was trembling in pain. But in order to comfort his brother, he still insisted on opening his eyes.

He felt that his eyes were in a trance, and after a long moment, his vision became a little clearer.

He was still leaning on the sofa of Liu Fengshui's house as he had done before he fell into a coma. He rolled his eyes, regained some thought, and fixed his gaze on the blurred face in front of him.

Brother, really brother. My brother is fine, my brother is restored. The elder brother bent over and shook his shoulders. Although he felt that he was in pain, it hurt. But that little cold one by one. But it warmed his heart, made him endure the pain, curled the corners of his lips, and laughed again.

Although he knew that he was very weak and did not have much strength in his body, he still tried his best, moved his lips, and said weakly: "Brother, you are good! ”

"Brother, Fang Yu, she is pregnant, are you happy? Brother, you are going to be a father, I am really happy for you. ”

After saying this, Ye Zhihan felt that he really had no strength, and slowly closed his eyes.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Fang Yu's eyes appeared in his mind looking forward to his brother coming home.

The night has passed, and Fang Yuke is still waiting for his brother at home! Now that he is weak like this, his brother definitely can't bear to leave.

Thinking of this, he insisted on sobering himself up a little more. The eyes opened again in a trance.

He tried to control the discomfort of his body. When his vision was clear again, he saw his brother, still bent over his shoulder. It's just that his brother's head is low, and he can't see his brother's face clearly, but he sees his brother's body, trembling.

Then he felt his heart ache so much. In pain, he couldn't help but lift up a little bit of strength. He shouted weakly again: "Brother?"

Then he raised his hand and grabbed his brother's hand on his shoulder.

Xiao Yichen heard his younger brother shouting at him, and felt his brother's hand grab his hand again. Only then did he get out of the pain and slowly look up at his brother's face.

At the same time that Xiao Yichen looked over, Ye Zhihan also lowered his eyes slightly and looked at his body, only to know that his body was a little transparent.

But he didn't care about any of this, because he saw his brother's face, pale as paper, and weak and frightening.

It's for him. If it weren't for him, how would my brother be what he is now. My brother must be very unwell, right?

In order not to worry his brother, in order to persuade his brother to go home quickly, Ye Zhihan moved his lips weakly again, and said, "Brother, don't be sad, aren't I fine?"

(To be continued.) )