Chapter 118 Not everything, just say sorry and you can be forgiven

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Qingyin's outstretched arm suddenly froze in mid-air.

Lightning lit up their faces.

The light voice shook her eyelashes, and her eyes flickered.

Nan Anyun stared at her for a moment and didn't say a word.

The corners of her mouth moved slightly, and she was so nervous that her voice was dumb, her expression changed, and she said in a soft tone: "Sister, why are you sleeping here, you will catch a cold." ”

Qingyin's hand changed to help her in an instant, and Nan Anjun stared at Qingyin for a while.

Suddenly, he hugged her tightly.

Qingyin was caught off guard by the sudden hug.

"I'm sorry."

Nan Anyun is buried in the soft neck fossa, and the nasal cavity is thick.

Her body trembled a little, very slightly, but the light sound was still felt.

Nan Anyun, crying?

Qingyin's heart is indescribably heavy, in the face of a person who has just beaten herself, she says sorry, can she really make people forget everything she has done!

The light voice pursed her lips tightly, her expression was misty, and her face was stained with a heavy haze.

Nan Anjun kept holding her and didn't let go.

She heard that Nan Anyun was still saying sorry in her mouth, and her voice was full of crying.

It wasn't until Nan Anjun fell asleep again on her shoulder that she sighed softly.

"Not everything, just say sorry and you can be forgiven."

Her voice was almost inaudible, but it was cold to the bone, echoing around her.

Qingyin used all her strength to drag Nan Anjun to the bed, she walked to the window and closed the window, and went to take out the mop again to wipe the water on the ground.

By the end of all this, she was groggy and almost collapsed.

She sat on the couch, looking out the window at the pouring rain, a sarcastic smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

When the sky is slightly bright, the heavy rain stops, and the air after the rain is full of the fragrance of grass.

The temperature is a bit low, but for this season, it's cool.

Qingyin snuggled up on the sofa for the night, she didn't want to be close to Nan Anyun, let alone sleep in the same bed with her.

After Nan Anjun woke up, she was a little depressed when she saw that the light sound woke up earlier than her.

Throughout the morning, Nan Anjun has been cautiously facing the light sound, and her temperament is rare not to put pressure on the light sound.

"Qingyin, I'll give you some medicine." Nan Anjun said with the ointment.

Whispering stood and looked at her for a moment, not speaking.

Just when Nan Anjun thought that Qingyin didn't want to be touched by her, Qingyin took the initiative to walk towards her and sat down in front of her.

Nan Anjun was so excited that she almost hugged Qingyin again, she smiled and unscrewed the lid of the ointment, squeezing the ointment on her fingers.

Qingyin raised her chin slightly, exposing her neck, her eyes glancing to the side, her eyes cold.

The phone rang on time.

Qingyin deliberately didn't answer, and she didn't make an excuse to go out with Nan Anyun, she had to wait for the night to come over in person!

Nan Anjun listened to the phone ringing and frowned slightly, "Who called?" ”

"I don't know, it's probably a harassing phone call."

"Bring it to me and I'll take a look." Nan Anyun stopped smearing the medicine, took out a piece of paper, and wiped his hands.

Qingyin didn't hide it, and directly handed over the phone to Nan Anyun.

Ye Haocang called again impatiently, and happened to be looked at by Nan Anyun.

Her eyes dimmed, and she picked up the phone and put it to her ear, "Brother, what are you looking for Qingyin?" ”

Ye Mao Cang furrowed her eyebrows angrily, and her tone was cold, "Give her the phone." ”

"Tell me what's the matter." Nan Anyun replied in the same tone.

The corner of the night's forehead was coldly erected.

He hung up the phone, opened the door, got out of the car, and went straight to the ward!

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