Jun Yan looked at Qiao Le, who kept shrinking into his arms and hugging himself tightly, and he didn't want to let go.

Don't talk about anger, he can't even say a word of weight.

This girl is really ......

Jun Yan: "Why are you ......?"

Qiao Le: "You, don't talk, you listen to me......"

Jun Yan was silent for a long time, and as soon as he spoke, he was interrupted by Qiao Le's weak voice.

Don't speak, listen to me.

The girl's breath is vain, and her voice is weak. But this kind of sound seemed to have a kind of magic power, which made Jun Yan quiet down instantly.

Qiao Le: "I'm not feeling well today, don't murder me." If I upset you somewhere, let's save it, tomorrow, tomorrow, okay? ”

In fact, after staying with Jun Yan for a long time, Qiao Le knew that something was wrong when he saw his expression.

And she's 100% sure that it's about her.

However, knowing that she Qiao Le really can't solve it today.

Because she can't be as affectionate and reasonable as she usually does, she pays attention to the changes in his emotions at any time, and constantly adjusts her desire to survive.

She is human, not a machine that can only cut leeks.

She can get sick, she will be weak, and she will be irritable.

Therefore, at this juncture where she can't even manage herself, she doesn't want to communicate too much with Jun Yan, and she doesn't want to coax him.

She wanted to rest, even if she was alone, alone.

She didn't know if there were anyone like her who would feel lonely and uneasy at such a time.

Anyway, she Jo Le.

She is already so miserable, today, let her be hypocritical once, and throw aside the word from the heart and the principle of cutting leeks.

Slowly letting go of his little hand, Qiao Le opened his eyes again.

This time, she wanted to beg Jun Yan to put her back in the bed, even if she let her feet fall to the ground and climb up by herself.

However, when she opened her eyes, she saw a pair of amber phoenix eyes, looking at her quietly, gently, without the slightest coldness.

Inside, it was as if there were stars shining brightly.

So, Qiao Le was stunned.

Beautiful things are always pleasant.

She said to herself.

But how did she know that what she said just now made Jun Yan's heart melt.

Especially that sentence, don't kill me.

You must know that Qiao Le's voice was originally crisp and smart, but with the weakness of her body, this voice was not as brittle as usual.

On the contrary, it adds a rare touch of softness and softness, and the coquettishness of a girl.

It's not greasy, it's naturally sweet.

It's not coquettish, it's better than coquettish.

At least Jun Yan thinks that it is abnormal. He wanted to lower his eyes and kiss the girl's delicate lips.

Taste, what is really sweet.

However, looking at Qiao Le's weakness