Seeing that the dagger was about to pierce his neck, Ling Yi struggled with his last breath of strength, and the two twisted together and staggered.

I can't hold it anymore...... She oozed large beads of sweat from her forehead and gritted her teeth.

"Bang-" At this moment, a bullet was fired at the feet of the man in black.

Ling Yi's elbow slammed backwards hard, breaking free of his control, and the man in black fled.

The world spun around in front of her eyes, and she fell into the arms of the man. "Words, words...... Chasing ......"

Then he lost consciousness completely.

……

Trapped in a nightmare, the picture keeps changing, and at one moment it is the parents lying in a pool of blood, and the mother's eyes are still fixed on the closet where she is hiding...... For a while, there was a raging fire...... For a moment was the various corpses that had been seen before.

Messy, terrifying.

The whole body was hot, like a moth roasting on a fire.

An ice towel is applied to the forehead like a life-saving straw to relieve the burning.

Ling Yi opened his eyes in a daze, and a figure sat in front of the bed, with a cold outline.

She heard the sound of twisting the towel.

Then he fell into a coma again.

Yan Chen wrung out the ice water in the towel and gently applied it to her forehead. The skin was like hot lava, red and red.

The little red hand broke free from the quilt.

Yan Chen wiped the ice water off her hands, took a breath of hot air into her palm, rubbed it back and forth, until her palm was hot, and then carefully grabbed her wrist and put her hand back in the quilt.

She was still wearing a tight skirt, and he didn't change it for her.

His heart moved, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he carefully tucked the corners and wrapped them tightly.

A small face burned red, dry lips, and gasping for breath very hard. He dipped a cotton swab in some water to moisten her lips.

She seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, and her mouth was punctuated with uneasy muttering.

He didn't know what she was afraid of, but he wanted to enter her dreams and drive away the terrible demons in her dreams.

Yan Chen thought, whether she is a man or a woman, he only knows that she is the person he likes. I also experienced struggles, and later found that feelings can't be stopped. Imperceptibly, she had taken over his entire heart. Her chest was full of desire to protect her from getting hurt and sick.

Fingers couldn't help but fall on her face, the skin was soft, and the hair swayed his fingers, stirring up a subtle electric current. It was his heart that was entangled.

Staring deeply at her, forgetting that time had passed.

Tonight, the night outside the window is extraordinarily gentle.

……

Ling Yi felt that he had had a very long dream, and in the dream he smelled the smell of food.

She struggled to open her heavy eyelids, her mind clouded.

In a small one-bedroom room, the bed is facing the kitchen, and there is milky white smoke rising in the air. A long back figure stood in the kitchen, intently stirring the noodles in the pot with chopsticks.

A dream-like scene, but it was real for him.

With a thin quilt over her heart, the anxiety and fear of her nightmare vanished, and he was her protector.

She had forgotten the last time she was taken care of when she was sick, many, many years ago, when she was three or four years old, and her parents had not yet died. Every time she gets sick, they get in a hurry and cook her delicious noodles. She was coquettish and refused to eat, and they always teased her and coaxed her.

It feels happy and reassuring to be taken care of, but it breaks her heart after a long absence.

My nose suddenly became a little wet.

"Awake?" Yan Chen walked over with a small bowl of boiled noodles. The eyes are clear, and the face is exceptionally warm.