He's not an incurable disease, isn't he?

However, Shi Yao stared at him, his eyes slowly tightened, and his peach blossom eyes also became cold.

Ye Jincheng choked suddenly.

"Come in, come in."

There are many wounds on Yin Qiao's body, which are terrifying.

Although they are all small injuries, they are blue and purple, and they are particularly prominent on her already white and transparent skin, and the blood stains are one by one, which hurts when you look at it.

However......

Is this a real person?

Ye Jincheng looked at her in surprise, she was given a potion that hurt people, but she didn't move, as if the wound was not on her body at all, and she didn't blink her eyes.

Or is she painless?

Ye Jincheng was already dumbfounded, sat on the side and said lightly, "There are so many wounds, doesn't it hurt, sister, if you hurt, just call it out, don't be afraid." ”

"It doesn't hurt."

blurted out a faint voice that seemed to have no temperature.

Yin Qiao looked to the side.

What is this injury?

It hurts thousands of times more than this, and the pain that makes life worse than death, how many times has she experienced it.

Shi Yao on the side stood there, his deep eyes staring at Yin Qiao's wound.

She didn't hurt, but he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

Yin Qiao's strength was something he had never imagined.

Put it on ordinary girls, it would have hurt a lot at this time.

But she was stunned silently, and she didn't make a sound.

Looking at her porcelain-white face without blood, shriveled lips, motionless, and the clothes on her body were torn, but probably because she was too weak and her skin was too tender and clean, although the clothes were dirty, they didn't make people feel dirty at all, only made people feel pity.

Obviously, he is only one year younger than Shi Moling, and this malnourished appearance is too different from Shi Moling.

He was going to treat her well.

He had to give her the best food and the best clothes to make up for all his disregard and indifference to her in his previous life.

Shi Yao thought in his heart.

"The wound is healed."

Ye Jincheng said, "Don't get wet when you go back, the little girl is so good, I'll give you a piece of candy ......"

Before the words fell, Shi Yao on the side took the lead in snatching the candy and threw it on the table with a click.

"Eating sugar is not good for your health, let's go Yin Qiao."

“……”

Ye Jincheng picked up the thermometer.

"Do you want to take your temperature, Shi Yao."

You've got a fever.

Shi Yao angrily pushed his hand away and took Yin Qiao out first.

"I'm home." Yin Qiao said.

"No, I'll take you somewhere first."

Sitting in the car, the more Shi Yao looked at her clothes, the more uncomfortable she felt.

Usually, Mo Lingyue's pocket money for clothes alone is estimated to be hundreds of thousands, but Yin Qiao, who is the same age, what is he wearing?

Seeing that the car was parked at the entrance of the mall, Yin Qiao raised his head and hooked his lips suspiciously, "What are you doing here?" ”

"I'll buy you something."

Heh, Shi Yao's flattery is a bit excessive.

Yin Qiao looked at him quietly, "I don't need anything." ”

Shi Yao said, "It's nothing special, it's just for buying and wearing." ”

He coaxed her like an ordinary girl.

Think a few clothes can make her forget so much pain?

It's a pity that she is no longer a three-year-old child who can be coaxed by a few clothes and a few toys.

"No, my clothes are good, and I can still wear them."